Now I think I still came up short when I recommended, so insistently, that new hairdresser.
a really extravagant, to search for an adjective to something closer to it. It was not just the way they dress, talk or move around the salon. Nor was its excessive form of cutting, coloring or just touching the hair. What I was left speechless at the end of However, I do not mean either to the outrage that I paid, but the towel with which I gave. Yes, certainly what I offered between his bony fingers, hands full of lengthy, such as giving a treasure to be broken, that was it: a towel.
I caught her in mine, was not there: to break, what a silly case of a towel. But something broke inside me, without letting go when he told me in a whisper:
- "When you wash your hair at home, you sit with your hair between your legs and rub vigorously with the towel until the notes dry, and finally raise your head. "
Then, finally leaving the towel in my hands, very Sabiondo he added:
- "You'll tell me."
Then I found one more absurdity to add to the list later in the salon as unusual, but despised the gift, which was well paid.
spent a couple of days until I washed my hair again at home, and I almost forgot the enigmatic towel, on the other hand seemed quite normal. Anyway, I thought maybe that would give my hair a different finish, and follow the recommendations:
I sat down, threw the hair between her legs, and rubbed and rubbed until I felt the hair I would say dry. I got
standing, and a blow head back suddenly saw my reflection in the mirror.
was I was still me, my face and my body but my face was big surprise, and my body was shaking, because the hair was not mine! How do I describe?
floating around my head long wavy hair, red, where all sorts of tangled fairies, with their mushroom houses and everything, and also a good medley multicolored flowers.
took me a minute to react to something so supernatural, and as many minutes to hear that something they said in chorus all those restless little beings, who never stopped playing and swinging on Redheads new waves of my head.
- "Hello?" I managed at last to articulate "Please, can you talk about only one of you?, Mostly to understand what is going on here, cheers!"
were silent all, and one of them told me stronger clear and cupped his hands in his mouth. It was a lot like Tinkerbell fairy tale Peter Pan, with the little that I like the story. But that is another story.
- "Do not panic!" I heard that shouted "We are here to grant you each one of us a desire"
- "A wish?, Well, rather be a bunch of wishes!" exclaimed the count over how many there were.
- "That's it, but they are special wishes, because they are desires for the future, but wishes the past"
- "Curious! Very funny!, And I suppose that no money or wealth "
-" Exactly!, I see you've caught the flight, and you've also assumed that if you choose well those desires in the past you may completely change the present, and logic the future
I could not but smile, because I had little to think about and the response was swift and blunt:
- "Well, sorry to say, substitutes for Bell, who have made a journey from where you come in vain, because I have no desire, those of the past, that you have invented.
Let bygones be bygones. I lived, is lived. For better or for worse. Because what good is learned but how bad you learn a lot more. And the regrets not heal wounds, for the same sting and never close up, or make it false, we do not know which is worse. So I do not accept your game, dear white-winged flies.
I thank you, but this hand I will not. "
And suddenly, as if by magic, that long hair full of flora and fauna disappeared plain little hair turning my lifetime.
closed my eyes, shook my head and my hair flew recovered side to side as innocent little whips.
What a delusion! The recommendation of the posturita, his head between his legs rubbing the hair should not be any good for the blood supply to the head.
After a few weeks I went back to the unique salon where the hairdresser I received with great warmth. Came straight to me, took back my hand in hers, now without a towel, and coming to my ear whispered:
- "I see the regrets towel could not you, that means that you accept as are, how life has wrought, and accepted is always the best option. "
Up that moment I did not understand the name of the salon:
PAPREFU: "Past Present Future."
not wash clothes (after a trip I have at least 6 charged) this could be too lazy: * 
Did not do laundry (after last trip i have at least 6 loads) This Could Also Be laziness hmmm: *