cut it.

Ingebjørg har en favorittfrisør. Jeg tenkte, hvorfor ikke gi han en sjanse før vi drar herfra. Jeg stikker innom en frisør, og innser idet jeg sitter i stolen, at dette definitivt ikke er Ingebjørgs favorittfrisør-. Ulp, tenker jeg.

Sitater fra den 10 min lange seansen:
- My biggest enemy in life is long hair. Let’s make yours short.
- Your job sounds just like “pay it forward” (en film), but remember the world is much more complicated then that.
- I can see you have had a haircut here in Israel, it’s so different from European ones (typen har bodd i England)
- I can smell that you never use a blowdryer. I am correct?
- Oh, you are from Trondheim? Jeg: Heard about it? - Yes, yes, I know all European cities.
- Your hair is so much drier here then home right? It’s because the water goes all the way from Tiberias. Here I even have to use conditioner.
- In Europe people like it when the hairdresser talks, so that’s why I do it.

Alt dette mens typen klipper i høy ADHD-stil. Plutselig er håret borte og han er kjempefornøyd.
For å bruke plantasjens motto om håret mitt: Der livet vokser.

Jada, alt vokser ut igjen.