re: #354 Decatur Deb

In Florence, on a quiet street, I felt something going on with my back pocket. I swung around elbow first to clear the pocket and caught a nine yr old Gypsy girl just above the bridge of the nose. Her mother was there, so she probably got a beating for blowing the lift.

My father and a friend of his once got their wallets lifted by a Roma kid in St. Petersburg. Her mom then sent her back to return them. The cash was gone, the credit cards were still there. They lost like twenty-five bucks in rubles.

No, I don’t know either.