Character: Kartal

You say that we have agreed. You and I cannot agree, because we are different. Even if I forget about it, you will not forget. People like you don't forget. For example, what you said behind our back at the wedding: "Thieves and hooligans have gathered here." Who are they, commissar, show me them. You don't know them, you just judge them. Not only you, but everyone is used to this: as soon as you see the poor, you immediately hide your property, even if the young, even the old, will not even necessarily be gypsies, even if there are napkins and water in your hands, even a band-aid, without turning around, you immediately run away from such people. And what have we done? Well, you do not know and do not even want to know them. Your prejudices are enough and we can't change them. You call bad those who are not like you. What's easier, commissar? Change us or change your thinking. At least come, get to know us, get to know us better, can't you? What do you say? But no, you can't, because you don't come. And if we come, you will run away. You look, but you do not know how to see our good intentions. Right? What do you see when you look at us?