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Singapore 2.0 by Franko
Singapore 2.0
Henry had traveled with his friend Jonas to Southeast Asia via Singapore. Henry, who previously wore long hair up to his buttocks, had to have it cut short because of the travel restrictions. With a lot of luck he had gotten an appointment at the salon hair clippers because a customer had cancelled. The Chinese hairdresser, Chen-Li, had literally shorn him like a sheep. For him it was a disaster, but he had had to choose. The tragedy, however, was that when he entered the country, he found that the authorities were no longer taking it so seriously and reduced the length of stay to only one week. A haircut was no longer necessary upon entry. He was now shaved short and frustrated that he had sacrificed his hair grown for years in vain. They stayed in Singapore for three days and flew to Thailand and Myanmar), which was also a military dictatorship at the time. The means of transport were mostly decommissioned army vehicles and ancient aircraft of the DC 3 class. The rural population mainly used ox carts for locomotion and the rail network was dilapidated. It was an adventure to move in this country, which was in the middle of a civil war in many parts of the country and was therefore not without danger for visitors. In Pagan, with its 4000 temples, the two stayed for a few days and explored the temples. On the second day, they entered a smaller, little-known pagoda temple, which was richly decorated inside and was obviously still in use. Then they saw a priest in red clothes with his head bowed, and in front of him a soldier in a torn uniform with a machine gun, shouting and kicking at the priest. He probably wanted to shoot him after he had insulted him. Henry spontaneously grabbed his knife and hurled it in the direction of the soldier. It hit him deep in his shoulder and he dropped the gun in pain, pulled out the knife with a scream and dropped to the ground. Blood gushed from the wound and he ran out of the temple cursing. The priest rose and the pallor slowly disappeared from his face. "You saved my life, gentlemen!" he said in his best English. "I'm sorry that you, as our guests, had to experience this! But there are some crazy rebels in the area who want to clear out the temples. I am Mabo, the Chief Priest of Pagan. "and he picked up the machine gun and put it on a bench." I learned English at school during the colonial era and worked closely with the colonial masters. Since they are gone, the country has descended into chaos and the civil war has not ended. Sometimes I would like to travel back to the old days. "He invited us to dinner and asked us where we were from and where we wanted to go. We showed him some pictures from home and he had to laugh when he saw a picture of Henry with super long hair." You look like one of our women! "He joked. Henry told him that he had had to cut off his beloved hair because of Singapore. Henry rubbed the back of his bald head and whined. Mabo smiled and said that he could help him. "We invented a potion that can take you back in time. The time jump is a maximum of one month and only works once in a lifetime. I myself had put myself back after a bad fall and nasty injuries and was able to survive. This potion has existed for centuries and is a great mystery in Pagan. Since you have saved my life, I offer you to make a leap in time and give your life a different direction. All you have to do is remember a specific day and time and you'll show up there. It's only for the people you deal with that life changes. "Henry could hardly believe what he was hearing, and thought it was hocus-pocus, but out of curiosity he accepted the suggestion. Mabo carefully took a drop of a dazzling liquid from a precious bottle, poured it into a glass of water, diluted it with water and handed it to Henry. Before Jonas could stop him, he drank it in one gulp and immediately found himself on one of the wooden chairs of the hair salon called "Hair Clipper". The cuckoos sounded and the boy with the shoulder-length hair just sat down in the barber's chair while Chen Li, the hairdresser, began to put a cape on him. He could hardly believe it, twitched his hand and felt the pain. He had traveled back in time! Incredible! All the pressure fell off him, because he knew he didn't need a haircut anymore. He stroked his hair, which was more than a long one, and was relieved. He got up, put on his coat and said goodbye. Chen Li looked at him in bewilderment as he left the store. The next morning, he met up with his buddy Jonas at the airport.
He wasn't amused when he saw him: "I thought you had finally cut your hair. Hopefully we won't get into trouble in Singapore!" - "No, no problem, believe me, I know!" said Henry, grinning. The flight to Singapore was pleasant and Henry made himself a braid before landing, which he tucked into his shirt. At passport control, in front of you was a guy with back-length brown hair who, after being admonished, received a visa for a week. Now it was Henry and Jonas' turn and the officials sullenly checked their passports. One of them looked at Henry skeptically and pulled his long braid out of his shirt." Oh my goodness, what do we have here! What a mane! You know that we do not tolerate such subjects as you in our country. Show me your ticket for the onward flight and get out as soon as possible!" The onward flight to Myanmar was three days later and we got a visa for a week after he checked the plane ticket. There were posters everywhere in the city describing long-haired people as undesirable, but the population didn't seem to care, was very hospitable and some even admired Henry's hair. They drove on to Myanmar and rescued Mabo. This time, however, he rejected Mabo's offer to go back in time. They left Pagan and visited the Inle Sea in Heho and Mandalay before exploring Thailand, Malaysia and Indonesia. They were cut off from news during their journey and finally landed back in Singapore after more than six months, from where their flight home was to take off. Henry was again admonished at customs because of his hair, thoroughly checked for drugs and they got a visa for a week again. Both of them looked daring by now, as they had both grown their beards. Henry's beard went to his chest and his hair had become a good 10 cm longer, bleached and brittle. So they landed in their home country in a good mood after their adventure trip. As soon as you landed, you noticed that the whole airport was surrounded by blue and white flags. Strange. They went to passport control and next to the customs officers were strange guys in blue and white uniforms. Henry asked aloud, "What kind of characters are they?" A woman behind you noticed her uncertainty and whispered, "Where do you come from? Haven't you read any news? There was a military coup six months ago. Politics has changed completely!" Two uniformed men checked Henry and Jonas with grim expressions, demanded their passports, just said "Come along!" and led them into an adjoining room. "Such dirty, shaggy guys don't come to our country! That's disgusting," one of them yelled and the other was on the phone: "Hello, can you just come to our special room? We have two particularly blatant cases with long beards. One of them has hair, even hair far above his ass! Okay, here we come!" Henry protested and asked questions, but the guys ignored him and escorted them into an unadorned room with two large wall mirrors, a sink, a wooden chair in the middle, and three more on the wall, where they had to sit down. A door opened and Chen Li, the Chinese hairdresser, came in with a suitcase. He wore a blue plastic coat and spoke to the uniformed men. "Shave off those horrible beards and shave the hair of these scumbags to 1mm. Give them the same hairstyle as that of our beloved president! And hurry up, we don't have all day." Chen Li nodded and unpacked his utensils. Jonas came first. It wasn't a problem for him, as he wanted to get rid of his beard and his now almost shoulder-length straight hair quickly anyway. Chen put a cape on him, combed out his hair, and trimmed his beard with scissors, moistened it, and soaped it. With a sharp razor, he began to shave the face smoothly and wiped the blade after and on a towel. Henry, meanwhile, looked at himself in the mirror with his beard and a bleached mane that reached almost to his thigh. He just couldn't believe what was happening here and was traumatized. Escape was out of the question and resistance was futile. Chen Li turned on his clippers and pulled a first strip from the forehead to the back, cleaned up the left side first, then the right side, and removed the stubble. Ready! Jonas was unrecognizable and looked like a freshly shorn American recruit. Henry turned pale but violently agitated as Chen took off the cape and mountains of hair rained down. Jonas grinned and sat down next to Henry, who was asked into the chair by Chen. When Henry got up, he grabbed his mat at the back and clamped it on the top of his head, let him take a seat and put the cape around him. He left his hair pinned up and, like Jonas, started with his beard, which he first cut as short as possible with scissors. After moistening, he used
his razor to saber off the stubble piece by piece, leaving a bloodbath on Henry's sensitive skin. He cursed and stopped the cuts with alum. Now it was the turn of the curls and he removed the clamp and Henry's mane poured like a waterfall over the cape and the whole chair. The tips reached to the ground at the back. Chen combed the curls thoroughly, looked at the haystack, shook his head, and said, "You look like a woman! But, wait, you look kind of familiar to me without a beard. Weren't you with me in the salon half a year ago? Henry nodded, his eyes moist. Yes, now I remember. You don't get such hair under the scissors every day. You wanted a short haircut for Singapore, but suddenly got up and took off. Exactly, on that day the general wanted to come, then cancelled and then came because you were gone. Let's go, now we're going to make you a human being again. It's high time they came to an agreement. That's not normal." He combed out the curls on all sides so that Henry looked as if through a curtain when Chen cut a first meter-long strand at the top of his head to 3 cm, which slid to the floor. Henry's penis exploded and Chen snipped off the curls piece by piece and picked up the hairs on his forehead until the end. He turned on his clippers and, booming, shaved off the 3 cm short hair to 1 mm. Only now did he cut the hair on his forehead to one centimeter and Henry could look at himself in the mirror and was horrified. He looked as if he had been sent to a prison camp and tears welled up in his eyes. Chen left his hair a little longer at the front, but that didn't mitigate the massacre at all. When Chen took off his cape, huge masses of hair poured to the ground, and he saw that Chen was up to his ankles in his hair. They also had to pay for the forced haircuts and sweep up the hair and put it in a plastic bag. The uniformed men laughed, stamped notes on their passports, gave them back to you and said that they could go home. If they were caught again with longer hair, they would be sent to a prison camp.Such an unpatriotic appearance would no longer be tolerated in this country. The two had not expected such a homecoming.
What happened? Due to the fact that Henry had not kept his hairdresser's appointment, the original customer kept his appointment after all. The client was a high-ranking general who carried out a successful coup the next day and brought his far-right party to power. While the general was at the hairdresser's, he escaped arrest by a Sonderkommando at home. If Henry had not changed the procedure, the general would have been eliminated by the Sonderkommando. One should not change the passage of time.
