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  • I remember my dad's super mustache. It was the sign of identity in his youth. He cut the when I was 1 year since I cried when he gave me a kiss. With 70 years left him again. But it was no longer what it was. It was all gray. It lasted only two weeks....

    The barbershop the neighborhood was one of those old local environment. A barber chair, green leatherette, chrome hardware, a small headrest where customers were left room, two armrests that matched as many foot, wrought metal, at the bottom. The chair turned on its axis, and Mr. Barber could do a better job.

    If you sat in the chair, and looked at the barber shop, I noticed a large mirror, which radiated the image of the customer when waiting for the barber, a small table, full of scissors of various shapes and sizes, comb and brush, which was the favorite cat toy at home strolling around the room. Of course, when the barber didn’t see it and he could catch.

    During the day, sitting on a chair, where other customers waiting for them occasionally when the barbershop was full, the cat looked at the brush at all hours and wasting time until it was time to play with her favorite toy. It was soft and used it to clean the neck hairs of customers once they had been cut.

    The walls were covered with pictures of black and white photos of a variety of topics. The barber's daughter, loved photography, and the walls was the only place still hadn´t filled his whole house. But he had little.

    There was also a small desk, which had the cash register and some more. A large window let in natural light and especially the sun. Out on the porch of the place, a couple of chairs were used to pass the time, when customers were not coming.

    Don Cesar arrived at the barbershop. Greeted the parishioners, and sat on the couch with her wide smile. The barber asked, "Business as usual Don Cesar?" As if he knew the answer beforehand. So was surprised when I said no, he had gone to shave his mustache.
    Everyone, to hear the deep voice and strong Don Cesar raised his head in disbelief.

    He wanted to cut his mustache, If he spent years with him. It's his trademark. But Don Cesar was decided for a hug and a kiss from his little baby, would do anything. And he did.
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