It was the place on the corner where my dad went on Friday evening and Tuesday morning. The big bright and always clean window was perfect for young girls to use as a mirror and for us kids to look thru as Alice, and see all those grown-ups wonders. By night when all light in the street goes dark, corner barbershop was full of life.

Sometimes it was a really loud place full of laughter, sometimes it was covered with sorrow and silence. It was always a place where people come to share. I remember my first visit to a Barbershop with my dad. Seating on the enormous chair feeling so big and important. I was steering in the big mirror and seeing reflexion of my father's proud face. Wals was covered with old photos and behind every one of them was a story about people, places but most of all about friends. Those stories were ready to be told and I was willing to hear them out. From that day on Tuesday morning was time reserved for me and my dad and Todi barber.