I was walking around Rome in the 80's when a girl approached me and offered to help me go around. I readily accepted thinking that I had just met a kind soul, ready to help a new visitor to her country. We went around the Colisseum and she told me how the prisoners had to run for their lives or face the lions walking around the mazes looking for their preys. Then the crowd would be shouting and shouting either for joy or mockery of the prisoners -- should they turn cowards.
It reminded me so much of a form of gambling entertainment in my country, wherein cocks were made to fight each other to death, and the crowd of men (all men and no women) would be shouting and shouting while a barker would ask for bets. "Sa Pula Sa Puti," was the constant shout meaniong 'For the Red, For the White." It did not sound so gory as the former.
Then we also went around the Fountain of Trevi and she told me to toss a coin and wish. Since I had wanted to return to London to continue my non-formal studies in filmmaking, I tossed a coin and prayed for the best to happen.
When twilight came, I said thank you and goodbye to her in Spanish since I did not know Italian. But she looked at me and I could sense that there was something that she wanted from me. Then she mentioned money, but I could only give her coins as I was a turista de tercera mundo, or low-budget traveller. She accepted it but looked very sad afterwards
How I wish now that I should have given her more.