It had been raining for
three hours and I was not sure of my way.
I did not know what the sign
on the window meant, but
I knew that three hairdressers, three mirrors and three customers that I saw
was something that all together meant “Hairdresser's“.
Finally! The only thing what
I wanted to hear that day was a sound of shaving machine. ´ Everything will be gone, just like
my sins,´
I though and turned doorknob.
My body winced back when
I noticed man gazing back at me from the other side of the glass. His
tongue was hanging outside of his mouth and his eyes clearly said that he was
suffering from mental illness.
Eyes... sad eyes,
I realized.
I walked along three Edwards
Scissorhands and sat on the green couch at back of the room. Only scissors and
roaring of lion from TV were breaking silence in the room. Scissors were
cutting air and lion was not real.
´Lion, lion, you look so weak in
that box,´ I thought... The King?
A sudden movement in the retarded
man´s hands broke my meditation. It was some kind of dance of man with the
hanging tongue and the hairdressers. He moved with the broom so gently and
I did not have time to notice, when all the hair from the floor disappeared.
As my hair started falling down,
looking at my reflexion in the mirror I envied the man with the hanging
tongue. Although he had a horrible life, he succeeded to find his place in his
life where he fits perfectly. He succeeded in which many of us fail.
I would teach everybody to
open their eyes so everybody could find their own broom.
Door opened and somebody entered.
He was dry.
He was dry.
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