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The wheat days

I haven't left the house for days and it's been even longer since I combed my hair. As I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, I took a few strands of hair and straightened them with the flat iron. How curious... My hair is now blonde, but I don't remember dying it, and if I had, it would have seemed an inappropriate color to me.

Then I remembered my mother... those days when she was very sad because she felt that the world was falling apart, she used to grab a delicious beer. But she didn't drink it. She would pour it into a bowl and take it out to sunbathe on the balcony until it pretty much boiled. Once it cooled down she would spill it over her head; and her hair, which was already light, turned very blonde.

While I straighten my last lock of hair,  I think of The Fox from The Little Prince for whom wheat meant nothing before because unlike humans he did not eat bread. But now, every time he went through a wheat field, he would love that field because it would remind him of The Little Prince's hair.

Just like my mother would have done, I put on my large hoop earrings, a t-shirt, jeans and sandals, and went to buy a ticket at the train station.

- What is your destination? They asked me.

- I don't know that at all, I replied. I just want to go on a train that passes through the wheat fields.

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