young men are bald? And they’re getting younger and
younger. When I was their age everyone had a shock of
When you only look at people’s hair, or for example only at
their bare feet, for instance here at the lake, or only at their
hands, their eyes, their mouths, their eyebrows, you see
them altogether differently than when you look at them as
a whole. It gives you all kinds of insights. It gives you lots to
It was that braid of hers that was the start of what came
next. Though no one suspected it could be the braid. A
braid is just a braid. It was tempting to grab it and feel it,
that was all. Though let me tell you, when it sometimes
accidentally brushed against my face as she was clearing
plates from the table, it gave me goose bumps, as if death
had brushed against me. Though I couldn’t have imagined
her with any other hair.
Actually, there was something odd about her in general.
When they took hold of her braid she’d always blush, when
she should have been accustomed to it by then. She’d
served so many meals, there’d been so many lunches since
the building site was set up, she ought to have gotten used
to it. But she blushed even when someone just looked her
in the eye when she was bringing the plates. She’d blush
whenever someone said, You look nice today, Miss Basia, or
Basieńka. She always looked nice, but they’d say that to her.