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SABENA
by Feng
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I'm a steward at the
Chinese airline CAAC. Our crew is enjoying sparetime by finding
out new senses of the abbreviation of other companies, e. g. for
the Scandinavian airlines SAS we say "Sex and
sensation", for the German Lufthansa "Let us fuck this
hostess and never see again" and for the Belgian SABENA we
say "Such a bloody experience never again". Therefore I
entitled my story SABENA.
This story happened about ten years ago, when I was a very
handsome boy of about 20 years. I was and still I am a Beatles-fan
trying to copy them in any respect. Even in their haircut. So I
had pretty long hair. My girl-friend Lilly.and my parents
disagreed my haircut admonishing me always to cut my hair. One day
I decided to do it. In the afternoon I met some friends on the
square of Guangzhou, the town I lived at that time and I asked
them to recommend me a good barber.
"Oh, I know an outstanding barber", Diao, one of
the boys said. I don't know why, but I never liked this guy. May
be for his permanent malicious grin on his lips. "It's master
Yuan". He explained me, that the barber was living on a boat
on one of the channels. So I started to find him. That wasn't
difficult. I went on the boat, knocked at the door and entered. In
the little room was an elder fat man with shaved, bald head
sitting like Buddha and grinning.
"Oh, what a cutie", he said and looked lascivious
at me. "Come in, come in, my handsome boy. You want a cut,
isn't so?".
I was scared and suddenly I had the idea to run away. I
didn't want to be cut by this colossus of fat and meat. So I I
turned to the door. But suddenly he came to me, took me with an
iron grip and put me in the chair.
"You wanted to flee, my sunny boy. Why?" And I
felt how he fixed my hands with handcuffs on the armrest of the
chair. Than he fixed my legs with some cuffs at the legs of the
chair. I wanted to cry.
"Oh, my little sunny boy, you want to cry. No,
no" Suddenly a had a sort of gag in my mouth.
"And now I have to undress you, as I won't soil my
white towel." He opened the buttons of my shirt, than he
released one hand holding it very fast and stripped down the
sleeve. Then he proceeded with the other arm, until he stripped
down the whole shirt.
"And now the trousers, my dear cutie!" I tried to
protest, but it was impossible. He opened the buttons of my
trousers and stripped them down.
"And now, my little boy, and now, we can start"
he grinned oily.
Starting to whistle "I'm the wolf from the
North", a wellknown hit at that time he returned with a pair
of clippers. On the melody of the hit he was singing "and it
works with batteries" and showed me the clippers which in
that moment looked for me like a huge dragon who wanted to eat me.
He lifted a thick strand of my longish hair and said.
"Have a look, my cutie", and switched on the
clippers. I tried to avoid them by moving my head. But he gripped
my head firmly and after a moment he held the strand in his hand
and showed it to my with a triumphing laughter. "Look what I
have in my hand" he was singing on the melody of the old hit
about the wolf from the north. He danced with his trophy three
times around the chair and put my hair in a very high vase of
glass which already was filled with all kinds of hairstrands. Than
he came back, took another strand and - snip - he had it in his
fat hands. Then he started again dancing around the chair putting
at last the hair in the vase. I don't know how long it lasted
until I was completely cropped.
"Now, my little sweetie, the body hair.", he
laughed. With a firm grip he stripped my nudies. What later on
happened I don't know because I fainted. It was too terrible for
me. I waked up by a stroke on my face."Put on your
clothes", the barber ordered. I looked in the mirror. I was
bald shaved on my whole body!
"That costs three yuan" he said and held the hand
waiting to pay him. "Three yuan for master Yuan" he
started singing again.
As quick as I could I put on my clothes, gave the money to
him and was happy to escape this disgusting barber.
On the way home I remembered that when I met Diao for the
first time he also was bald. . .
What would my beloved Lilly and my parents say now?
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