My sister now feels a bit 'sad and decided to go with me to the hairdresser not to stay alone at home.
I have an appointment at 14.30. Same hairdresser and the same color, I do not want any change in my life: those that occur independently of my will is good enough.
arrive on time. We look around in the salon but she's not there. In return, the show is full of hairdresser's family: his brother in law who is cutting your hair to a little boy, his father huge fans of Renato Zero, the catatonic mother, the very British old daughter, his sister's hairstylist (never seen before), the granddaughter of three months (although this never seen before), and of course the inevitable dog Zero (as the singer).
No customer in the salon over the boy. My sister and I look at us: there is a tension that is cut slices.
Abstract: Having attended the show for about 6 months now I know different parts of the life of a hairdresser. It 's a lonely woman, and lives with her son very British and the dog Zero, home of the mother and father. In October, family stability has failed to falter because the hairdresser has met a Puerto Rican boy, nothing and nothing being lieutenant who expects that his life took place thanks to the insurance money for a serious accident.
The parents of my hairdresser can not stand the type: I do not know if the high expectations of his life or healthy jealousy.
Something tells us that the tension is due to the aftermath of this story. At any rate fifteen the boy says when he sees us in the lounge - I'm going to wait to call mom! -.
My sister and I sit goodie goodie.
hairdresser's sister starts talking to handcuff the girl waving to and fro. - Wait L. true? She is a hairdresser I did not. All I know is clean. You have to know the geometry to make a hairdresser. You must know the geometry. You can not put the color as you think you have to make the first row and then take a lock. And then the other strand. I can not do. All I know is Pulte. My daughter Bella is not it? Look how beautiful my daughter .- It takes her daughter and almost ce slams in the face.
Ok! Definitely your beautiful daughter!
My sister and I we do not need to look both know that we have diagnosed the same disease: female subjects suffering from substance abuse. Last administration: very recently! My hairdresser
the lounge: Deo gracias. Finally, a normal person! Too bad that it looks leaden. He points to sit in the chair to put on the cream.
sister splashed in the meantime decided to leave to go and smoke a cigarette.
While the hairdresser I began to comb the hair starting at the vitriol of the jokes between father and son.
- You must leave the F! Do you understand?! F you have to leave! - Thunders his father
Hairstylist replies - I have forty years: I decide who I want to live with. And you have to leave I-
- If you sell the shop and go to live in Milan with F, the child remains with us!
- The child is mine. I'm not going to live with F but with you there with the rest of cabbage. I take my son and I go where I want it or f ** k!
"Well found this, you could comb your hair with more grace?" I am about to tell you but I understand that he decided to switch to color. He takes the tube of color and squeezes with all the anger that has in the body in the usual plastic tray.
I watch my sister, "Please save me." Too late Take a section and start smeared color. I understand that my fate is sealed!
At that time the friend enters the hairdresser's salon, which welcomes casual and starts playing with her granddaughter.
While the hairdresser still plastered hair, the father thunders towards the woman has just come into the room.
- all your fault! You had to leave in the middle of a road this bitch! You're feeling !???? Who told you to take all of your home !!!!!-
The lady who clearly has little grasp of the debate says - First, turn down the tone of voice that we are in a public place and then to my house I decide who to or not to enter "
the hairdresser Unlike her friend, part blood to the brain and begins to scream - vattente Dad! Exit immediately from the premises! The place is mine if you do not go now I call the police! -
The answer is not long in coming - This place is also mine because thou hast done with my money! -
The hairdresser then approaches the phone, do not pretend to know whether to call or really 112.
's mother throws herself against the sixty-five and start taking a bag in his head. The hairdresser is not recessed and responds to telephone handsets. The boy who were making the cut and run away from taking his seat of torture. I since I have half a head with the tint and a half without limit myself to get up. The sister splashed and toxic sees the whole scene from behind the glass and decided to enter as a tornado and thrown to the neck of the hairdresser. In this mass of people join the two men do not even know who to beat or to free those.
The cabinet with telephone, samples, and jars of various kinds falls to the ground and breaks into a thousand pieces. Spread on the floor and broken glass shards.
People are a mass of animals that give it a thrashing!
My sister gave me a look peremptory - Let's go! How much time do you want to be still in this madhouse! -
I do the signs on his head - Where the hell I'm so tanned!? -
Suddenly we hear a deafening whistle! For a moment everything seems to stop including the mass agitation in human. Enter a delightful little man with a whistle in his mouth and proudly say - I belong to the public! -
sketch of my sister's hairdresser comes over and says, crying - And now you get a sberlone! - And even have time to finish the sentence a slap to the poor unfortunate spring with such force as to almost turn around the old man.
the mechanic who also runs over the next workshop and try to loosen the tangle of human bodies.
The hairdresser with all the screaming voice in that body - Ca ** or you want to go there all here! Do not you ever want to see more -
For the first time really seem to listen. Leaving the room yelling and screaming and they leave.
The poor kid is crying and pick up the pieces of his room and probably one of their lives. I
I sit at my chair. Let's all pretend that nothing happened. The hairdresser down the gate and I end up crying to the tint. The child will call all the customers and terminate the following appointments: the hall will be closed throughout next week.
Pago and I go out.
My sister had come to the hairdresser because he felt a bit 'sad fate mockingly thanked: now I carry both a human tragedy in!
PS: For several reasons the story has been shortened! I leave you some photos taken last weekend in Abruzzo
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