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Another translation for our English speaking friends.  This story was written by Rick, please enjoy it.  Theobald

She was quite restless lately regarding her long hair. At the

office recently one of her colleagues had cut her hair very short and

because it was now two years since she had been at the hairdresser, her hair was at least four inches past her shoulders, it just hung there and was gradually making her fed up.

In the village where she lived there was just a barber shop.  Lately she would walk past and glance inside, it would give her the jitters when she saw that the barber was cutting someone’s hair short.  Usually it was a male but occasionally she saw a woman or a young girl on the chair being cut. What would dare them to let the barber into their long locks with his scissors and convert their style into a short one?  Or was it that they wanted a cut that the classy ladies hairdressers in town would not do?  At the barber there were often also a few men waiting, and she did not like the idea of being clipped in front of a number of men, some of whom would probably know her.

A few days later she had an afternoon off and she went into the town, just that morning she had been looking closely at her short haired colleague and it gave her another bout of the jitters. Suddenly she saw the tiny barber shop, it looked pretty old fashioned. It only had one hairdresser and when she looked further into the shop she saw that there nobody in the waiting chairs. Responding to a sudden impulse she went inside. Indeed, it was a quaint shop with two large mirrors and two huge leather and chrome barber chairs in perfect condition. A door at the back of the shop opened and an elderly man came forward and said very friendly, “what can I do for you ma'am."

“I saw your barber shop and want my hair cut. Do you cut ladies hair too?"

“Yes," said the barber, “I cut anyone but it is restricted to cuts only. I cut dry clean hair only any fancy styles you must go to a hairdresser. There is a fine ladies salon down the road but if you're only going to get a cut, you have come to the right place."

“Well that is indeed good to know."

“Please take a seat here and we will get you a cut that will you suite you just fine."

She went and sat in one of the big chairs and the barber took a large cape off a hook and a white sheet of soft paper off a roll, which he placed into her upturned collar.

“Do you just want a small trim?" he asked, “or do you want your hair

really short or a medium cut style?"

“No, I've decided that my long hair comes off and that I want it pretty short, but the rest, I leave it to you."

That was not fall on deaf ears. The barber picked up a coarse comb and coarse

combed her hair carefully from top to bottom and said: “Do you mind if I cut your hair with the clippers. I do that quite often on women and girls and they are always very pleased with the machine cut. It's neat, precise and fast." “Yeah, I think it will be fine." It was a new sensation to her. She could not recall having had a clipper cut before. Maybe when she was a young girl and she had had short hair she used to go with her father to his barber and there also may have had a trim with the clippers. (At that time girls between one and fourteen actually always had a barber cut).

To confirm her thoughts the barber said “Yes, we always used to do children on Wednesday afternoons. Most young girls had long hair in those days up to the age of about ten years, then it was cut and they went to a short cap like style and they would came  maybe once every two months to get a trim. There were times on Wednesday afternoons that I had twenty boys to cut and maybe a dozen girls. Most had recently had a short cut but some Wednesday afternoons I still had two or three whose ponytails or braids were cut off. That was when the clippers worked overtime."

The barber now took a large electric clippers off its hook and with his left hand held her hair away from her neck with the comb.  He pushed the clippers into her hair and in the mirror she saw a foot of her long hair to flutter down, into the cape on her lap and are partly on the ground. The barber went around her neck quickly and soon she felt a cold wind on her neck, something that she had not felt in years, the sound made when the clippers went through her hair was very pleasant and it brought on those abdomen jitters again.  The barber’s clippers went ever higher.  He came to her ear and said, “I will cut around your ears and give you a cut that will best suite your little boys cut. She was a little surprised that a stranger man, without blinking an eye could give a stranger whose hair had not seen a pair of scissors in two years, a thorough and radical haircut. Yes, but of course it was his job.

“Yes," said the barber, not a man of many words. “I cut mostly men but women sometimes come here with their husbands and also get a haircut. Girls whose hair I cut often sit together to give each other support when they decide to go short. Over all the time I have been a barber I have cut hundreds of ponytails and braids.  This morning I had a lady with two daughters. Both girls had two long thick braids which had never been cut and they wanted them cut short. Mother disagreed but the girls were determined. They were adamant that they wanted short hair. I cut their braids off and went right around their heads, giving them a cut to just below the ears. Then their necks were shaved with the clippers and they were happy, their hair went into a plastic bag and they left. I suggested the mother also have a short cut but she would not hear of it. I have a feeling that today or tomorrow she will be back for a short haircut. If the girl’s father likes their hairstyles it follows that the mother often chooses to get one too."

Meanwhile her haircut was finished; she had a neat clean shaved boyish face. It was a strange woman she saw in the mirror, she saw a girl with hyper short hair. The barber himself seemed very happy and when she paid him the 15 euro, she was happy. She ran her hand over of the shorn hair on her head, and felt very happy that all her long hair of two years was being left in the barbershop. He was such a nice man. She thought that she may sometime bring some of her friends who wanted to have a short haircut.

When she got back to her office at two, a little later than usual, everyone was amazed that the woman who left the office at twelve with thick, long dark hair suddenly stepped in with a hyper short haircut. She had to immediately tell how it had come about, but everyone was full of admiration for her, that she dared to just go inside a barber shop and ask if she could have such an ultra short haircut. They all have found that the short hair was amazing and there were a few colleagues who were planning to also go to that friendly barber in order to have their hair cut short.

And while the barber swept up the mountain of hair in his shop he thought: “I hope I still have a few more to cut today."

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