Passport for animals. Dead animals. Haircut in the old fashion way.

So, Thursday. Bright sunny day in the dusty Bucharest. Yesterday I’ve got in the mail an invitation from the Romanian Feline Association to attend a conference about the microchip and the passport for animals. So now if Romania joined the EU, our companions should do the same. As I am planning to take my cat with me when I’ll be leaving for Brussels, I decided to attend, despite the short notice. So, Thursday, middle of the day, the sun is up and everyone sweating and I’m going to the Veterinary Medicine Faculty. There a lot of posters with the event, all confirming the location I’ve had on my invitation. I get into the room – a little amazed that it was full – an American was giving a presentation, something about enzymes. As I was a little late, I thought that maybe that’s way I don’t quite get the point. Then the American finished and a Romanian old guy started to make remarks on the presentation – about how different is the was we dispose of bodies in Europe from the American way – and of course how primitive we are in Romania that we incinerate the bodies! So at that point it was clear that I was in the right place, but at the wrong conference – not that this subject was not interesting too. So after making a through search of the place, to see where they could have moved the other conference, I decided to head home. After all, there will be plenty of future other conferences on this subject, as people will develop an interest in the matter.

So, bright sunny Thursday, before Friday – decided on the spot that I need a haircut and as I’ve noticed a few times a sign on my way home saying “Haircuts” I decided to give it a try to a new neighbourhood haircutting shop. I think I’ve been in the smallest haircut shop ever – about 3 sq meters, walls painted in red, reddish floor and two seats for clients. Two elderly men were waiting their customers. The place was clean and pleasant, in the shadow, and despite the fact that everything was new, an air of “yesterday’s time” was somehow present. Even the way he cut my hair was traditional – and he did spend more time on it than my former hairdresser. The result was as good as in any other haircutting shop I’ve ever been – the difference being they did not provide any additional services that would fall under cosmetics area. It was a plain old-fashion place where what you see is what you get: a new haircut!

And of course, with a new haircut is goes well a new mood! ;-)