update on my hair trauma

after washing my hair three times and screaming every time i took my towel off, and after calling Iwona thousand times and asking her what to do, i’ve decided to leave the whole thing to the professionals. i went to the first hairdresser i came across – which fortunately was not far from my house – so i didn’t have to scare too many people on my way . i’m usually quite doubtful about going to turkish hairdressers – they are usually very crowded and noisy – it seems that whole families go with the person who wants to have her hair done, and it’s usually full of children running around and young and old women all talking loudly and at the same time, smoking cigarettes, drinking the famous turkish tea. going to a hairdresser is a whole family event. but since i made my decision and did not have much choice anyway, i walked in. it wasn’t too bad, there were only a few women inside, and it turned out that they were not waiting in the queue, but just sitting there, talking, smoking cigarettes, drinking tea. i explained what my problem was and it didn’t seem to be a huge problem to the hairdresser, who turned out to be very sweet and lovely. and within around two hours i spent there i met at least 5 women who just popped in to say hello and sit and talk a bit, have a cigarette and a glass of tea. it was weird, every woman had a story to tell, some already knew others, some were complete strangers, yet they all seemed so at home there. they talked about their lives and problems and what they cooked for dinner. and about their children and about their neighbours and friends and husbands and shopping and prices. i just sat there and listened and smiled and tried to make sense of it all. it seems that turkish hairdressers serve not only as a place where you can have your hair done – but where you can come and meet other women, if you have nothing else to do. you can share with others what’s on your mind and you can listen and give advice or just smile and then go your own way.
and when i was leaving (very happy with my new colour - which doesn't bring to mind the colour green when you look at it any more - and (turkish) hairstyle) the hairdresser invited me to come again, but not only to have my hair done, but just to come and sit and talk and have a glass of tea....and who knows, one day i might.