I think you mean the gypsy? It's funny because when I first arrived at the open prison, after my trial and the sentence was given, there was this 5 foot tall guy who looked just like a young version of that gypsy statue, and he asked me if I wanted to buy heroin... I am not a big fan of gypsies, and even more so after being locked in the same block with almost exclusively gypsies. The irony was that most of them had money coming from their families, but I had absolutely none, and they were finding ways to hustle other kinds of energy out of me. This constant hustle is why I don't like gypsies, and I have not met one who doesn't try it out when they see an opportunity.