MY FIRST BUZZ by Vlad
I'm living in Transsylvania. You know that part of Romania from the Dracula stories (And Dracula really existed, but that's another question). Once, when I was a boy of 7 or 8 years, my aunt, who was living in a small village invited me to spend my vacation in the countrysite. That was great! I thought of a lot of animals, may be I could get new friends. I couldn't await the day to come to my aunt's village. As both of my parents were working I travelled alone first by train and then by bus. I arrived at noon and my aunt was waiting for me at the busstop. Well, after a very good dinner, my aunt said, that she would present me to Bogdan, who - as she said - was a quite nice boy. His father was the village's barber. We crossed the street and came to Bogdan's house. He was at home and received us with a kind smiling. Bogdan was really a nice and cute boy, but the only thing I noticed immediately, that he was shorn. I liked his look very much, but I didn't dare to ask him why he had cut of all his hair. I spent the whole afternoon at him, and there were comming even other boys from the village. All of them were shorn, one or to even shaved with the razor. The next day was a big fair in the village with peasants from the suroundings. My aunt took me there and I looked on the marvellous peppercakes, which I really liked. They had the shape of hearts, houses or animals. My aunt decided to buy for me a big heartshaped peppercake, when I suddenly heard a voice: - Hi Vlad, what are you doing here? I stared at the boy and looked at a freshly shaved guy. - Don't you recognize me? I'm your schoolmate Radu. Then he smiled, and said: - Well, I've a new look. Cool, isnt't it? I just nodded and I rememberd that Radu always had quite long curled black hair. And now he was bald! This time I dared to ask him, why he had cut of his wonderful hair. He answered that all the boys in the neighbour-village, where he spent his hollydays at his grandmother are during hollydays buzzed. Now I understood why all the boys I met the day before had no hair. I few days later my aunt said, that I had to go to the barber, as my hair was a little too long. I looked at the mirror and I had to agree. It could be just a little shorter, not too much, but anyhow the barber could shorten it a bit. So next day I decided to go to Bogdan`s father to have a trim. I was thinking, that it would be best in the morning, when the grownups are at work, so I wouldn't loose too much tiime by trimming my hair. But entering the barbershop I saw just five or six boys were waiting and a boy was sitting in the chair and beeing buzzed by Bogdan's father with some old mechanical clippers. The clippers run over the boys head and within several minutes he was shorn completely. I just liked this scene. Then a little boy beeing about 5-6 years climbed on the chair. Without any word the barber started with his clippers at the left site. The clippers run up to the top of the boy's head, then started again a little more back,untill the top and so on, untull the back of the boy's head was bald! Then the barber began to cut the frontsite of the boy and finished soon to crop the boy. The next boy whose turn it was had shoulder long hair. - Yeeh, Emil, the barber said to the boy. I haven't seen you for a long time. You haven't been at least two years in my shop. The boy, he was about 15 or 16 years old, nodded. - I've been at school in the town, he added. - Well, and now you'll get your normal haircut, the barber said, putting a white cape round his neck. OK. I'll start in front of your head. It's to difficult to begin with the sites, you've too long hair. And the clippers started running from the middle of the forehead back. Long strands of hair were falling down on the floor. The boys sat there with locked eyes. He really enjoyed his buzzing. It took quite a long time to cut all the hair off (for me it was to short, because I just followed extremely excited the haircutting scene). - Ready, said the barber, when the boy was bald. - No, shave my head with the razor, please, the boy said. - OK, the barber answered boared, took a bowl with water and razor soap and started to make some foam. When he considered that it was enough foam for the boy's head he started to leather it very slowly. Then he took a straight razor and started shaving. After some minutes the boy was looking quite amusing: his fornmer big head (because of his long hair) was now little and over and over with shaving foam. Well, after a couple of minutes the boy was ready. But the barber started again to leather the boy and started shave him in the opposite direction, against the stroke. When he was ready he asked: - Some oil? - Yes please, the boy replied and the barber rubbed the boy's head with some oil in order to get the head shiny. After that the boy had a look in the mirror, running his fingers over his smooth, bald head he said: - Wow, great, I like this. I was waiting for two years to be shaved. The boy really looked very cute and nice. Then there were two boy more in front of me, both were buzzed to zero crop. I thought by myself: Great, but never for me! At last it was my turn. I sat in the chair waiting to get the cape around my nack. I explained the barber how to cut me. I wanted to have my hair just a little trimmed. The barber nodded as if he had understood perfectly. He started with the clippers on my left site, but suddenly I was aware that he didn't stop! The clippers were running to the middle of my head! - What are you doing, a asked very scared the barber. - You'll get a buzz as all the other boys, he explained me and smiled. Why should you look otherwise, only for the fact that you are from the town? he said, running with the clippers over my head. It didn't last very long and I was bald! What a look! I was so excited that I started shivering. -You're welcome, the barber said, when I thanked him for the buzz and payed for it. I just was wondering what my aunt would say seeing me bald. But she didn't even notice my new look, It was quite normal for her, that a boy has to be bald in the summer! During the winter time I always was thinking on that memorable day and I decided myself not to go any longer to the barber in spite of the protests of my parents. I wrote my aunt a letter asking her to invite me again to spent a part of my vacantion at her. She agreed of course and I coulnd't wait for the first vacation day. The first thing i did, when I arrived at the village, after seeing my aunt I was running to Bogdans father. I was lucky. Ther wasn't any client and the barber was sitting and reading a newspaper. -Hi, he said. A buzz?, he asked. -No. Please shave my head with the razor I asnwered. - Well I knew that you'll like it to be bald, he answered.
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