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"Let Us Trim Our Hair in Accordance With Socialist Lifestyle!"

Apart from visiting a local bakery, another of the more peculiar must-dos on the Larph's travel itinerary is getting a local haircut.

This is an account of his first bonafide socialist snip.
Knowing fairly well the emphasis communist governments place on hairstyles of all things, he was intruiged as to the experience in itself.

Foreigners are allowed to receive a haircut at two designated places within the city on Saturdays only.
"Once I had payed for my grossly inflated 6 Euro haircut (locals receive a salary of around 1 Euro per month), I was sherhered into an area complete with a giant on-the-wall haircut menu.
The menu itself appeared to offer the same haircut viewed in 23 vaugley different locations.

"I think I ordered a number 22, although I'm not sure which one the lady cutting my hair decided to give me.
What I am sure of is that it consisted of an inordinate amount of hairspray, and an obscenely blunt razorblade.
I wish somebody would have mentioned that they would try to give me a shave. I tried to explain that I had already shaved that morning, but for some reason she was very insistent. If it hadn't have been culturally insensitive to pass out in the chair, I think I would have considering the pain induced."

Experience absorbed, a languid and faint Larph transported his newly bouffanted hair sculpture towards the nearest bathroom, and proceeded to administer irordinate amounts of tissue paper to his sore and bleeding face.