A Visit to The Hair Dresser and Grönalund

Good evening, all of you!

Today I went to the hair dresser for the first time this century. Salong Boheme, Folkungagatan 122 Stockholm. I hade no expectations. The barber was ten minutes late. Not a good start. I got a cup of espresso while I waited, that counts for something, right? He seemed like a nice enough fellow when he arrived, though. I sat up in the chair and he went by his business. He was very thorough and he had been at it for well over an hour when he told me to switch to the showering chair. There he shampooed and conditioned my hair and while the conditioner was left to do it's thing he started on my face. I was unaware of these new treatments you received at the hair dressers.

He started by applying some sort of lotion to parts of my face, which made me close my eyes. The following unfolded while my eyes were closed, luckily. First I heard a familiar sound that reminded me of my day's as a smoker. Then another familiarity. The smell of burnt hair. He had obviously started burning off the hairs on and in my ears. That shit hurt, I can tell you. When he, to my big relief, finally had burnt it all off, he attacked my nose. Shoving some sort of trimming divice up my nostrils with an alarming ferocity. When that finally stopped, I thought the torture was over. Nothing could be further from the truth. In fact the nightmare had only begun. With eyes still firmly shut, he went to town on my facial hair with - threading! Ajajaj! That shit hurts like a mofo! And it went on and on and on and on...

   After this I was glad I hadn't feinted. He continued his full on assault on any and every hair left on my face. When he was done(probably because he had ran out of hairs to pull out with the root), he took a small break only to come back with scolding hot towels to put on my sore face. That was not comfortable. He removed the towel only to reheat it and put it back on, and on and on again. After all this I finally got some relief. It spells - cold towels. Heaven! Now finally the "treatment" must come
to an end? Not quite jet. Off course I had to receive a complementary neck and shoulder massage, back in the hair dressing chair, followed by the standard finishing touch. The styling. Pushing two hours I was quite amazed at the level of commitment and artistry that this hair dresser was capable of. The end result was amazing! I feel and look 15 years younger. I am very satisfied. Thank you Haykel!

After this I joined my family at Grönalund, which was more than unpleasant, under these circumstances. 30° celsius and all the tourists you would ever want to meet. Well, the kids loved it, of cause. And that is all that matters.

"Ann inner process stands in the need of
outward criteria"
- Ludwig Wittgenstein

May the Fors be with You!