Autumn in Paris, year 2001
It's been three months and I'm a happy regular at Mrs. Bleu's Salon. Silvan turned out to be a quiet, kind and attentive person.
Yes, his name is Silvan. Silvan Kirisaki.
We exchanged names after that fortunate first haircut. My ash brown hair started getting thick gradually, and since I followed his tips on taking care of my hair, my health improved a lot.
My friends noticed it, a surprising contrast to my usual limp, dry hair.
After getting to know him, my previous opinion of him changed.
Turns out that when he refused a rich woman's advances on him, malicious rumors about him being a player and a thief started to spread that he had to quit performing magic tricks on the streets.
The fact that he is of mixed blood added further pressure and prejudice.
One time when I visited the salon for an appointment I asked him what he wanted to do when he graduates. He smiled and said,
"I want to bake bread, take care of birds and go to Japan."
I continued to stare at his beautiful blond hair.
"Silvan, what's in Japan that you would travel to go there?"
"I want to visit my father, retrace my roots so I can share them with my sister. Sophie hated him ever since we were little. Maybe... If I go there I can understand him better."