Gypsy & the Thief: Romanian Diary

A Story by Abishai100

Narrative dreamy diary-entry of Ezzy, a gypsy-woman in Romania whose husband Amlan is a government-working blood-diamond captain!

A blood-diamond romance piece inspired by an iconic David Lean film, Doctor Zhivago, which is arguably as excellent as the novel it was inspired by, Pasternak's book of the same lyrical title, about diligence...and drama. Enjoy (signing off),

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"I met Amlan when I was 18 years old, living in Transylvania. He loved reading vampire comic books, which is something my late father liked reading when I was a little girl growing up in Romania. Vampire-lore was rich in our area. I was born Romanian to Romanian parents, and they considered me a very beautiful little girl in our little village in Romania outside the main city. They gave me the name Esmerelda, but my parents called me Ezzy and my friends liked calling me Gypsy, since I liked wearing traditional fancy Romanian gypsy clothing. I started making my own gypsy clothing when I was about 14 years old, after my mother taught me to sew. We got fabrics from the local shop-owner in Romania. I grew up with a special sensibility about gypsy traditions and fashions, and when I met the 19 year-old idealistic vampire-lore loving Amlan, I realized I'd met my romantic match in life. We married when I turned 20, and my mother and our village friends were the attending company, and our priest declared us to be the most handsome Romanian couple.

When I turned 22, Amlan decided we should officially move and settle to Transylvania, even though he'd been working in parts of Russia as some kind of government agent infiltrating blood-diamond baron safe-houses and boxes in banks, used to finance warlord regimes and terrorism factions all over Europe. I considered Amlan my special beloved man of heroics, but I'd not been sure what he was actually involved with regarding his government infiltration work with subverting the power-pyramids of these capitalism-barons financing these blood-diamond highways. I wrote home to my mother, who was still living in the Romanian village where I grew up, telling her my husband was some kind of heroic Algerian-American government infiltrator trying to clean up the corrupted global diamond market with underground work(s). She was thrilled I was happy and proud and equally comforted that I felt safe in Amlan's company and arms. I never considered what he was doing at all dangerous or counter-productive to our lifelong dream of becoming clothing shop-owners in Transylvania, specializing in gypsy clothing and fashions.

When I turned 30, I found Amlan's secret diary, hidden in a floor-board beneath our bed. The diary described his pirate-underground work as a thief infiltrating and cracking safes of blood-diamonds from South Africa, leading to highways into Europe and British Columbia. I knew then that my mysterious husband was immersed in very serious pirate-vigilante works on behalf of agencies connected perhaps to Interpol and other diamond-monitoring groups emerging to monitor this new era mining activity linked to serious forms of anti-civilization terrorism. I decided not to confront my husband with this hidden secret and carefully and quietly re-placed his secret diary in the floor-boards beneath our beloved bed. I simply told myself he'd disclose what he felt was safe/comfortable to when the time was simply right. He never did disclose anything to me in the end, though we did eventually open and manage the now successful gypsy clothing store in Transylvania. I consider myself a quiet wife of Romanian pride, though I continue to harbor this strange secret of my hard-working husband, a man immersed in political hellfire and in my estimation desperately seeking to find ways to coordinate a secret pirate-life of blood-diamond diligence with his private married life of simple divinity. If we have a son, I'll named him Damian, after a comic book character, son of a bat-like vigilante in America. That's my life-story."

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)