The Roma don’t want only projects, but integration
Published in Columns at Wednesday, 17 May 2006 во 2:45
My name is Ramce but I am called Dzamce. Why? Because I am more naked than dressed, I live in a house, in fact a shack made out of carton, live bricks and iron. I will tell you a secret, I hid a jar buried in the ground and I hide money init. I want to collect more money to by my sister an invalid cart. After I finish eight grades I do not know what to do. I want to be a wall painter to dress in white so that I can be white. Sometimes I think that people do like me because I am black. But what can I do my grandmother says that our God is black. I am Ramce in fact Dzamce, through my window I see my future.This is an extra from an essay of the student Elena Nakova from Stip on the subject “What is it like to be a Roma in school, home and the society” rewarded by the Macedonian center for international cooperation. (more…)
