Williams by Jajko

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Williams
My name is Lian. When I was little, I went to an old-fashioned Williams barber shop with my father.
I was 12 years old in 1973 and have been going to the barber shop with my mother for 4 years. My hair covers my ears, the back of my shirt. One Saturday morning, my father said he was getting a haircut. His mother told him: take Lian with you. They're taking pictures at school next week and I won't have time to go to the barber shop with him. I started shouting that I didn't want to go to Williams' barber shop with my father. Then my father grabbed my shoulder and said: Lian, go get dressed and let's get a haircut. I wanted to cry but I went to get dressed and went to the barber shop with my father.
After 20 minutes we were in front of Williams barber shop. When we entered the barber shop, 7 old gentlemen were waiting on the waiting chairs. My father pointed to a waiting chair for me to sit on. Mr. Williams was about a 60 year old slender barber in a white coat. In his barber chair sat a boy to whom Williams was pushing his head forward with his left hand, and in the other he was holding electric shears and removing his hair from the back of his body.
I looked at the old hairstyles of the boys and men hanging on the wall. I was looking for a picture of a boy with the hairstyle I had when I was a little boy.
The barber's scissors turned off. The barber approached his desk, looking for new tools. The boy in the chair raised his head and I saw his face in the mirror. I met him, he was my classmate Michael. He also saw me in the mirror and I noticed that he was ashamed. When the barber finished his haircut, he had short hair, I think it was shorter than I once had.
When Michael got up, he came to sit next to me on a waiting chair to wait for the barber to cut his grandfather. Michael rubbed the back of his head with his hands and I felt sorry for him. We talked about school and photography. He was sad that he also had short hair. I told him that I would lose a lot of hair too and I would definitely not have them on my ears and shirt collars and they would not cover my eyes either.
When it was my father's and me's turn, my father said: Lian, go get a haircut first. I stood up and slowly moved into the barber's chair. When the barber wrapped me in a white sheet, he began to comb my hair and asked my father: How do we find a boy today? His father said to him: Cut him off like the boy who was here with his grandfather. I wanted to shout: Dad, I don't want such a short haircut. But my throat tightened and I couldn't say a word. The barber cleaned the electric shears and oil on them.
Williams pushed my head forward with his hand and put the scissors around my neck. When they made a noisy sound they started moving them towards the top of my head and suddenly I noticed in front of me on the sail my first long hair. The barber continued to cut, and there was more and more of my hair on the sail, which then fell to the ground. As he tilted my head to one side, he placed the scissors over my cheeks and climbed with them to the top of my head, gradually cutting more hair. He shaved my ear, scissors crossed him. He did the same on the other part of the head. The barber turned off the scissors and I had the opportunity to raise my head and see myself in the mirror. Much of the above ear was hairless. The barber combed my hair on the top of my head. He lifted his hair with a comb, felt his fingers on the top of his head, and cut the hair just above my fingers with mechanical scissors. When he finished cutting on the top of my head, he combed my remaining hair and straightened my bangs. I saw almost my entire forehead. He took finer electric scissors and began to style his hair. When he finished cutting he applied the foam to the back and sides of my head. He began to sharpen a long razor on a leather strap attached to the side of the chair, and then he began scraping the foam from his head with it. After shaving, he wiped the remaining foam into a towel. He poured some liquid on my head and rubbed it on my hair and the bare part of my head. He combed my thumb to the top of my head. In the mirror I saw an unknown little boy with a small head. I turned her around so I could see my new hairstyle from the side better in the mirror. About 5/8 inch from the top of the head was short hair, the rest was smooth shaved and I saw only white scalp.
While I waited for my father's haircut, I rubbed the back of my head and looked for my hair. Even though I didn't see the back of my head, I could imagine it being hairless up to 5/8 inch short hair from the top of the head. I had the same hairstyle as Michael had.
When my father paid the barber for our hairstyles, Williams told his father: Don't forget to take the boy to my haircut more often. My father smiled and promised to bring me.
Michael and I were ridiculed at school, and in the photo we had the shortest hair in the whole class.

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