But one of the more unusual methods for making a friend was by going to the hairdresser. And no, I did not end up with a hairdresser as a friend. Let me explain - when I lived in Bratislava, my then-boyfriend and I both frequented a tiny local hairdresser close to our Soviet-era apartment building. Being that he needed more haircuts than me, he went more often, but both of us went regularly enough (and endured quite tricky communication as the hairdresser didn't really speak English) to be memorable.
It turned out that this hairdresser had another customer who happened to work as an English translator, and she was in need of a native speaker to proofread some of her work. As hairdressers do (when they know the language!) this one chatted about us and this customer asked if she could pass on a note to one of us when we next came for a haircut. She did! And that is how I met Tatiana.
|At Burg Stettenfels, southern Germany|
|Celebrating the New Year in Bratislava|
And all because we needed to get our hair cut in Bratislava.