TE20 Migrant Mosaics

typically find in catalogues for the fuller figure. Silviawas wearing a three-stringed coral necklace and lipstick of exactly the same shade. They had rung the bell and so Pia had opened the door, but since they were now hovering in the hallway she had to take her husband’s clothes to him in the shower. Otherwise he’d have had to come out naked in front of the ladies! For the moment, the three of them sat in the kitchen. Pia had brewed a big pot of coffee and she poured some for her girlfriends before putting the rest into a big fat thermos. A few giggles, some titbits of gossip - five minutes had soon passed and Tadeusz now appeared, hair gelled, in a well-tailored suit, white shirt and bow-tie and black leather shoes, inviting the ladies to please accompany him. Berit and Silvia were clearly as turned on as Pia, but as always they had to take deep breaths and keep a lid on it. Once on the motorway they drove up to Boxberg, despite it being the opposite direction to their destination, because this route would take them through Sundhausen and Leina, and Pia knew how much her friends liked these two little villages. Later they stopped at the petrol station in Muehlberg to get some bottles of water they’d forgotten to buy, then bowled on. Tadeusz was at the wheel. As Berit, lost in thought, let her gaze wander around inside thecar, shewas suddenlystruck: his hair lookeddarker than before. Yes – his grey hairs had definitely gone. She had to smile, imagining a sweet young hairdresser taking him in hand; how she would have applied the dye after a long, lingering hairwash inclusive of scalp-massage. (Or had he just done a wash-and-tint at home?) She herself would have loved to be that girl whose job it was to wash hair etcetera, but she was, let’s face it, too old now to find work in one of the many salons that had mushroomed 166