There are mornings when I feel alien to all and I look around as if I had one eye and far away. I often find myself smiling in front of scenes of everyday life. Actually it is a life that I love and look around furtively as if I were to take a camera small scenes of the author. Realism. That's true, that of dusty roads and commuter rail ... ...
About trains this morning, in the usual 8:19 train that takes me to the office, usually crowded, as usual, being piled up with other commuters already nervous usual, I attended a chat with the usual normal women who were organizing to go to the hairdresser all together:
- Then Saturday ... go
- It is by force .. do you come from?
- But ... We went in the afternoon.
- No it's too late there is packed and then I have to do too many things ..
- Do you want to go in the morning?
- would be better that way then you have the afternoon free for shopping .. (wink ) come, too?
- But morning I get up later ..
- We make 14 ..
- Too late .. there are too many people, he's amazing .. the best time is the one .. while people are at lunch .. it's just us ..
- I do the streaks
- We give you as a bit 'color ..
- You?
- Li board and then perhaps the fold ..
- I dye ..
- What? You did something! You can be so ..
- Ah yes .. you say? Only then do the fold
- the fact .. ... ... But he makes them?
- now there are no girls
- He does not do anything
- No .. But to me they have cut him the last time ..
- Really ? ( in the meantime I thought .. and was not even with D'Artagnan foil ..)
- Okay, but they are very good ..
- and you want to come?
moment of panic, back to reality.
is because the question was directed at ME. I was the fourth of the group which listened in silence, shocked and somewhat amused, the exchange of jokes. To be noted that the first five minutes talking about people who tagged and addavano facebook, friends of a friend who asked the other .. and already I was being an observer of the 'oh my god but human beings are made to die .. "post-figurative aesthetic discussion trichological than I was shaken.
son was forced to return immediately
to reality - you have to go to cut but I go by my usual hairdresser who only sees me once a year when they are forced to cut. Even the blue dye from me I can only imagine if I put my hair in the hands of another! I know he is very good, but thanks, I prefer to avoid ....
... ... ... .... and then I eat at one ...!
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