Just the bride decked out in red and gold is proof enough they’re from India; on top of it the mother-in-law’s name is Madhubala! Not the most brilliant piece of journalism or video but super-cool, entertaining and, in the end, moving! He’s 16, she’s 13, and he abducted her, so her parents then have to approve. “Because a bride brings light into the household”, says the mother-in-law.
“When are you getting married?” asks Greek journalist
Gypsy boy: “Huh? We’re married.”
Gypsy girl nudges her husband: “They mean when’s the wedding.”
Gypsy boy: “Ah, we dunno yet.”
“Did you have to abduct her, couldn’t you wait?” asks journalist.
Gypsy boy: “Well, we were sleeping apart. We wanted to sleep together.”
Don’t think it’s gypsy-like or tacky or age-inappropriate; I had aunts and uncles, from somber, grey Epiros, who got married just like that — without the fun and gold. See Lorca’s “Blood Wedding.
Sad that they can barely speak Greek.
Jadde: from Bosnia to Bengal 
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