A gypsy family invited me into their campsite on the parking lot of the Venetian Harbour in Chania on the penultimate day of my trip to Greece. Like everyone I met, even among the very poor, I was welcomed and fed and offered raki to drink. Although my time with them was very short, I caught a glimpse into their lives and saw a terrible beauty and freedom. The young range from the wild, feral in their desires, to those who seem years older from what we normally expect in a child. Some live without care or consequences and others live with responsibility. I have heard stories that day - stories told in passing with the nonchalance of reciting the grocery list but in our world may cause concern, but this is not our world, it is theirs...and the gypsies, well, they have their own laws...