Sarshan! My name is Antonia Marín and I was born in Malaga Spain. I am Romani, Calo to be exact. If you are unfamiliar with the word Romani, the more widely-known word is Gypsy. My Rom name is only used within the family. I am known as a Drabarni, an herbalist and fortune-teller. Some say I may also be a Chovani...well...maybe I am, maybe I am not...if I told you everything about me, I would no longer be a mystery!

I grew up using only my Rom name but as the reconquest raged and Spain gained Andalucía, mo familia {family} thought we would all be safer pretending to be Christian with proper Spanish Christian names. My entire familia took new names. Djivin, mo da became José Marín. Meriya, mo dai became María Marín. Mo phralas {brothers}, Dilaver and Andrzej became Martín and Andrés and mo phena {sister}, Jeta became Clara. We stayed in Malaga, pretending to embrace the Catholic religion, but in secret we continued practicing our Romani ways. Clara married and moved away to Cataluña. Soon after, mo da and dai were killed by Spanish military men. Mo phralas and I travelled to Granada then the Sierra Nevada Mountains, where we decided to park our vardo for a while.

On a trip to Granada, alone, I ran into a *little* trouble. Now, normally, lifting anything off of gadje is easy, maybe it was the cold in my fingers that caused the slip...It was winter and while not that cold in the valley, it did get cold at night up in the mountains...I saw a Spanish peasant with furs on a cart to sell. After getting everything else I needed packed into a bag that was on mo grast {horse} Reina, I snuck up behind the vendor and took three furs, one for myself and one each for mo phralas. I had nearly made it back to mo grast when three strong military men grabbed me by the arms. They began discussing who would have me first and that they would decide my punishment when they were done.

The vendor whom I had erm...borrowed... the furs from walked up to the men. They were slightly bigger than him and three to his one, but still he took my arm and said to them "She stole from me, I will do with her as I please, be gone or I will have you charged with harassment of both me and the girl!" He then drug me off, grabbed his cart and walked to the outskirts of town where he released his grasp on my slightly bruised arm.
The story does not end there...for more, see Barros


You Are Middle Eastern! You shun European clothing and customs as marks of the Infidels. Either that, or you live in the West Kingdom and it's more of a necessity to cope with the summer heat than it is anything else... Still, there's lots of cool stuff about the various cultures of the Middle East during the scope of the SCA that attracts you to this persona. From the music, to dance, to the food, you've got it all!

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