"You know I like Sam. But he’s more a girl than boy. Always pampering, fixing his hair."
"Nagy, you always talk about your hair and how vein you were when you were younger."
"I didn’t own a hairdryer."
"Because they didn’t exist then."
"… I guess I never thought of that."
Nagypapa to me as I cooked eggs for my boyfriend who was busy getting ready for class.
My sisters said I was unnacceptable until I was 14. I was obbsessed with my hair and would check it every time we passed a window. You remember that street I showed you?
One night, the Hitler Youth went by and broke all the windows of the stores. You know, because they were all owned by Jews. It was called kristallnacht. They taught you about it in school, right? Anyway, look it up if you don’t believe me.
At the time I didn’t know why they did it, I was too young. They told me to shut up. They said they were patriots, but I told them I don’t think so. Patriots don’t break windows.
They didn’t even fix the windows. They were broken all through the war. It was terrible, where could I fix my hair?.