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Post by Ali Cortez on Jan 3, 2011 18:03:47 GMT -8
"I guess it's settled, then. I'll teach you German, and you can take some other class..." She grinned, a slightly flirtatious look in her eyes as she gazed at him, but then she looked down at the table and sighed, still grinning. "Romani is the language of Gypsies. 'Gypsy' is actually an incorrect term, but people recognize it sooner than 'Roma.' Anyway... My parents were Gypsies, so... I learned Spanish from my father, German from my mother, and Romani from both of them."
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Post by Finn Hudson on Feb 1, 2011 18:08:26 GMT -8
Finn nodded and smiled gratefully. "Thanks." The flirty look in her eyes didn't go unnoticed. Finn was just too awkward to return it. Perhaps any other teenage boy would have done so in an instant, but Finn barely knew how to properly hold a girl's hand without shaking from nervousness. Sure, he should have been by now, but the routine was broken. Now he was starting from the bottom again.
"Gypsy? Like..." He furrowed his brows in confusion and put a finger on his lips in thought, then brought the finger out in the air as if he completed his own inner thought process, "What exactly is a Gypsy?" He chuckled a little. He felt a tad... stupid. |
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Post by Ali Cortez on Feb 16, 2011 15:48:24 GMT -8
Ali shrugged and traced patterns into the table with a nail. "We're just like any other ethnic group. We just happen to have a bad rep." She shrugged again and turned to him. "We were prosecuted during World War II... and that's about all I know, besides the language. My parents didn't live long enough to teach me a lot about the culture... so I just live the way I grew up and that's really it."
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