The group seemed to be friends of Ji, who was also hovering around with an air of excitement. I wondered if Ji was in on the act: perhaps he had sent the group to me from the café to ask about my dreadlocks. Ji seemed fixated on increasing the frequency of dreadlock removals. I asked the group directly whether the hair question had been planted, but they assured me that they had no idea what was going on. Since I had no evidence for or against Ji's direct involvement in this encounter, I did not worry too much.
We went outside into the light for the cut, and the girls looked on, seemingly intent on creating a party atmosphere...
|... their mother continued to seem somewhat bewildered ...|
|...then she suddenly came at me, brandishing the scissors!|
|I flung my other remaining dreadlocks out of the way to safety...|
|... and she POKED ME IN THE EYE!|
|Actually, that's not true. She really just sought approval from her daughters...|
|...and with joyful disbelief...|
Having cut off the dreadlock, the mother assured me she did not need it, but implored me to keep it safe and take good care of it.
So this is one dreadlock that I still have.