A gypsy called Franco

While browsing in El Corte Ingles, I had a phone call from a nice sounding young gitano. Towards the end of the call, I wrote down his number and asked him to repeat his name. “Franco”. “Franco?” I asked -him sounding like a fairly young chap. “Franco” he confirmed, somewhat defiantly,  “despite being a gitano, I am called Franco”. Fair enough. His defiant tone did make me laugh, though. Plus, say the name “Franco” in Continue reading A gypsy called Franco