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Fast Talk with Vickey Wachtel A born treasure hunter with a gypsy soul I dreamed of faraway places I would go to as a child. Walking barefoot most days except when I was lucky enough to go to the city dump with my grandpa, you had to wear shoes there.  I loved digging through the tossed items looking for treasure and on some days we did find some, like the day grandpa found a brand new watch from the local jewelry store’s trash. Little did I know that later I would be digging through treasures I would find in the smalls stalls and shops in Jakarta Indonesia, Karachi and Islamabad Pakistan or the Blue Suks of Sharjah in the UAE.  Or that one day I would be standing in front of the Sphinx  then yelling at a local who was smoking in a tomb and cared so little for the fact that it was still there.  Not even in my daydreams did I see myself walking the streets of Katmandu and get blessed by a Hindu priest who put red paint on my forehead and the top of my head gave me a dead flower and just smiled at me.  I walk