Girls

by Christos Polydorou

After you live in London and / or New York or any city of such velocity you become robotic. Everything has function, there is no room for excess. You rarely leave your room or your house, unless the purchase of a certain item has become, absolutely necessary. I was on my way to my supermarket yesterday when I saw her entering a hairdresser’s. Her hair was so beautiful I could smell its spring yards away. I thought, that is the answer to the question, where are the girls? Strange how just one girl can be enough, instead of all the girls, in the world. Her hair was brown, like hazelnuts.

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