-Hey there Sofia Loren, stop! I have to ask you something
– Who me? Sofia Loren?
– Do you see anyone else?
– No, not really. Tell me.
– Can I read your palm? I can really see things, you can trust me.
– Hah hah…are you Neapolitan?
– So what? Are you saying that if I’m Neapolitan you can’t trust me?
-No, no absolutely not. I was only asking because I really like Naples.
-I bet. I like it too, but I haven’t seen it in ten years.
– Because I’m here, in Rome. At the station actually.
-And what do you do?
– Girl I ask the questions here.
– Well, how about I ask a few and you ask a few.
– First of all, stop talking like that because no matter how hard you try you are not Neapolitan.
– All right. Go ahead.
– Oh, I was almost forgetting.
– I’m not reading your future for free, as you say, do you have change?
-I have change, no worries.
-Good, let’s start. Your life line is long. A little crooked to be precise. I bet you didn’t do ballet when you were little.
-No, but what’s that got to do with anything?
-Never mind. You should be pretty satisfied, your health looks good.
-Wow, you are talented!
-Are you making fun of me?
-No, no, what’s next?
-Let’s do the head line.
-No, the head line.
-Ah, is it serious?
-A little, but there’s a cure for it. Broken head line, you can google it, it means you have conflicting thoughts.
-Oh, tell me about it.
-Sure, you all say that. You should work on it actually.
-Really? But how?
-What do I know? It’s enough that I tell you the problem, the cure is up to you!
-Thanks, you’re a friend.
-Ok, now let’s see if the heart line is any better. Let me see, oh, no, nothing.
-Excuse me, nothing what?
-Hmm, nothing good, kid. I mean, you have a heart line, so you do have a heart.
-Well imagine that!
-Don’t be smart, you have to take action here! Like I was saying, the line is there, but the problem is that it is crossed by other lines.
-Because I’ve got lots of hearts?
-Yeah right, we’ve got Mother Teresa here! You’ve got one and you keep it covered up!
-Ok, so what does that mean?
-I don’t know. It happens often, you’re not special. Let me tell you, a little lipstick can help in these cases, not to butt in, but you’re a bit of a mess.
-What a sweetie you are, and I’m even about to give you some change!
-Hey, I read your palm, if you don’t like it, get mad at your hand. In any case, my work is done. That will be 5 euros, thanks.
-Good thing you talked about change! It’s ok though. Can I know who you are?
Haven’t you gotten it? I’m the station gypsy.
I live through other people’s lives and sometimes I forget mine.
I’ve got a thousand cards, but I still have to play the right one.
In the meantime, I’m here, among people coming and people going, waiting for my train, which sooner or later will arrive.