One morning in Madrid, I was taking a walk in the public park with one of my relatives, Amr. Sitting by the lake, I saw an elderly woman handing tree branches to the tourists. I was very surprised, and asked Amr: Why is this old woman selling tree branches?! Amr asked me to stay away from her and not to look at her so that she would not notice us. Unconvinced, however, I asked him again: Why?! He replied that this old woman was called "Gitana". She is a fortune teller who comes to the park and defraud tourists. She is one of the Gitanos, a very poor and oppressed tribe in Spain. Suddenly this old woman appeared in front of us. As my curiosity grew, I informed Amr that I wanted her to read my palm, so I could see if she was honest or not. I was planning to deride her a while later. is bizarre woman started to examine my palm, and my friend translated for me what she said in Spanish. "You have been going through very dicult conditions for a long time, but that will completely change when you reach the age of twenty-five!", she said.