There's a couple of points there that might pass the non-Brits/non-Europeans by.
"God's Own Country" is what Yorkshire calls itself. And while I might quibble with them (coming from Durham, the next county north) the moors are bleakly gorgeous (just not as bleakly gorgeous as Durham's).
"later he identifies him as a "gypsy," which would stir Brontë echoes in this wily, windy landscape if it were not obviously an ethnic slur. "Please don't call me that," Gheorghe corrects him mildly the first time it happens. The next time, he body-slams his employer straight into the ground. "Do not call me that. I know what you are doing. I will fuck with you."
Definitely an ethnic slur, as is the reaction to it. Attitudes to gypsies are pretty ugly in this country, and they're a lot worse in Romania.
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There's a couple of points there that might pass the non-Brits/non-Europeans by.
"God's Own Country" is what Yorkshire calls itself. And while I might quibble with them (coming from Durham, the next county north) the moors are bleakly gorgeous (just not as bleakly gorgeous as Durham's).
"later he identifies him as a "gypsy," which would stir Brontë echoes in this wily, windy landscape if it were not obviously an ethnic slur. "Please don't call me that," Gheorghe corrects him mildly the first time it happens. The next time, he body-slams his employer straight into the ground. "Do not call me that. I know what you are doing. I will fuck with you."
Definitely an ethnic slur, as is the reaction to it. Attitudes to gypsies are pretty ugly in this country, and they're a lot worse in Romania.