Real Virtuality

When I was a kid, my father used to take me to a barber. I would climb a chair and the girl would start to do me a haircut. Those were a moments of true pleasure to me. Those sounds, smells and my father’s smily eyes watching me from the conner of the room. All of that is still with me.

 

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