It is because, you politically incorrect dolt, that we sensitive modern types are not allowed to use the word "Gypsy," to describe the chicken-stealing, pocket-picking, violin-playing, drive-way sealing, fortune-telling rascals and their light-fingered offspring.
These colorful and quaint ladies and gentlemen are now known collectively as the "Rom." From like, you know, old Romany. In the 30's, they were issued special Gypsy (sorry, "Rom") "Nansen" Passports by the old League of Nations. Most of them hung out in Yugoslavia and Romania, but over the past several decades have been wandering around causing trouble everywhere, but especially in Italy, where they have made a walk in the woods a rather iffy proposition. One of their many scams is taking over abandoned mountain villages.
The former Yugoslavs tried to domesticate the Gypsies a bit, After all, compared to the Albanians (who loathe Gypsies, sorry, "ROM") they are not all THAT bad, but it didn't work out. Supposedly, they originated in India, but Gypsies are at their best in Transylvanian werewolf movies starring Maria Ouspenskaya and Lon Chaney, Jr.
But anyway, you can see why pubic scrool people could confuse the Rom and Romania. Hell, it probably confuses Romanians. Trust me, there goes the neighborhood when Gypsies show up, no matter where you are.
I doubt that Mussolini's granddaughter went to public school.