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Mikey Walsh didnt know what life was like beyond his Gypsy community. But after fleeing home at age fifteen, he had no choice but to find out.

After centuries of persecution, Gypsies are wary of outsiders, and if you choose to leave, you can never come back. Torn between his family and his heart, Mikey struggled to come to terms with the Gypsy culture and its violent, conservative traditions. At last, he decided to set out on his own. He soon discovered the outside world wasnt all that he expected, and his life would never be the same again.A shocking yet ultimately triumphant memoir, Gypsy Boy on the Run follows Mikey as he comes to terms with himself, his family, and his pastand builds a new life for himself.

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For my Dad I love you very much

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Acknowledgements

I would like to thank the following people for making this book possible:

Caro Handley; once again you have been here, right by my side, guiding me through and making sure I get this all down right. Bless you. To Stephanie Thwaites; thank you so much for your guidance, support and helping me through these final stages with coffee & chocolate eggs. Fenella Bates Its been a joy and a pleasure to know you, and to have us work together once again on this final part of the story. Youre incredible. To Catherine Saunders and Ciara Foley for being there on standby, ready to listen to my moans and groans. Emma Knight, thank you so much for being there to hold my hand.

To my wonderful group of friends, old and new, for your love, your support, for picking up the phone at ridiculous times, for being there with a friendly ear, for taking me for coffees, cocktails, or whatever it was I needed to drag me out of the dark. I cannot thank you enough. To Dee, for the wine, fags, and such incredible belief in me how long have you been listening to this story now? Jesus Christ! Xx. To Alan, Kerry and Joan for your love, your friendship and being such a wonderful part of my life. I love you very much. To the extraordinary Hartys Olive, Hamish, Annabelle and Stephen. Bless you! To the lovely Joanie, and her wonderful Jenny.

To my Ball and Chain. I wish you so much love. No matter where you go, youll always be my family. To my amazing family; my Aunts, Uncles, Grandparents, Cousins and friends from back home that have been so wonderfully supportive of me, not only from my book but also throughout my whole life. I love all very much. I miss you all dreadfully. To my sister; you are the most incredible, strong, supportive and beautiful person I could ever have wished for in my life. My best friend and my partner in crime. I love you always. To the boys; we may be all grown up now, but well still be quoting Robin Hood Daffy to each other when were 60! I love you very much.

YOINKS and AWAY!

Mum for your strength, wisdom, support and love. I see myself in you, more and more every day. Dad I just love you so very much. For all that you have done for me these last years you are incredible.

To all the wonderful readers of Gypsy Boy that have shown such incredible support in my journey to where I am today. Your letters, quotes, comments and Tweets mean the absolute world to me. Bless you. To my extraordinary and wonderful culture. I am so very proud to call myself a Gypsy man. To Leigh, how I wish so much that you could be here with me. I miss you. I love you very much. For Kate Bush, for Skeletor, for Michael Jackson, for Sloth and Chunk, for Dorothy Gale

And last of all, for you, the reader of this book I wrote this just for you.

1
Escape

The clouds burst and rain began to hammer against the windscreen as we hit the motorway.

Calebs face was a mask of concentration as he gripped the steering wheel, pushing his little orange car to slice through the curtains of water at speeds it had never reached before.

Panic gripped me as I looked over my shoulder for the hundredth time.

The road was clear. But for how long?

Caleb reached for my hand. Well be long gone when they find youre missing. Ive got us a place to live, a long way from anyone who knows you. Well be together.

I tried to smile. Yeah, I know. Ive been dreaming of this day for so long.

And I had. I was going to be free, and I would be with Caleb. It was everything I wanted. So why was my heart so heavy with loss?

A tidal wave was falling from the sky. Could the combination of my fathers anger and my mothers sadness have caused this rip in the heavens? They would have found my letter by now. I felt the crack of my mothers heart as I pictured her reading it. I ached for her, and for what I was leaving behind. My family, my home. But they would be better off without me. All I had ever brought them was shame.

I looked over at Caleb. I couldnt let him know what I was feeling. I was scared that he might try to convince me to change my mind and turn back. And I didnt want to do that.

I glanced behind us again and watched, heart thudding, as a truck in the distance came closer. For a terrible moment I thought

It wasnt his. I almost fainted with relief. But I knew it was just a matter of time. He would come looking for me. And when he did, I had to be somewhere he could never, ever find me.

I was fifteen years old and I was running away from everything I had ever known. I had grown up in the closed and secretive world of Romany gypsies, part of a culture and a way of life that had existed for centuries, alongside but never part of the rest of the world. We Romanies were proud, fierce, independent people and we held to our ways and customs despite the increasing encroachment of normal society and the hostility of non-Romanies towards us.

My family lived a travelling life, moving from town to town, settling for weeks or months, as long as my father could find work locally, before moving on. Friends and family moved with us in a great convoy of trucks and trailers that wound its way from one place to the next. It was getting harder to find places to stop, free from prejudice and attack, out of the way enough to preserve our privacy and give us space to be together and live the way we had always lived. When we found a good site we would stay for as long as we could, but there always came a time when we had to move on either because we were hounded out, or when our restless spirit drove us back to the open road.

I was my parents first son. My father Frank and mother Bettie already had a daughter, my sister Frankie, born almost two years earlier. Soon after she arrived, my mother was diagnosed with a heart murmur and told that if she had another child it could be fatal. My father, thwarted in his hope of a son to take his name, gave it to my sister and tried to accept the hand that fate had dealt him. But my mother knew how much he longed for a son and put aside fears for her health to give her husband the one thing that would make him happier than anything else.

I was born, like so many Romany babies, in the Royal Berkshire hospital. My granny Ivy, a four-foot midget of a woman who, despite her tiny stature, had a temper that cowed grown men, had given birth to her four children there. She and my grandfather, Old Noah, were Gypsy elders whose status was akin to royalty, and as word spread of the excellent treatment she had received, Gypsy women from one end of the land to the other had flocked there to have their babies.

When I arrived, with the whole family present as was the custom, I was apparently so enormous that there was a collective gasp of disbelief. How my mother not only survived but went on to have three more children, I have no idea. It was Granny Ivy, cackling through her mouthful of gold teeth, who declared me to be a little pig boy. After that the story became part of our family folklore, and as a child I endured endless hours listening to Gypsy women laugh and exclaim over the day Bettie Walsh gave birth to a pig.

As for my father, he was delighted with his bruiser of a son and as he placed a chain with a tiny pair of gold boxing gloves on it around my infant neck, my size only served to fuel his hope that I would be a fine specimen of Gypsy manhood and a prizefighter to make him proud.

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