The story of an office lady who was very proud of her beautiful hair. It's so beautiful that she is the envy of all her friends, and their constant compliments intoxicate her. She gazes at herself in the mirror, never realizing that a tragic disaster awaits her. Is it jealousy or resentment that resides in her bewitching black hair?
So what salon do you go to?
إذًا، إلى أيّ صالونٍ تذهبين؟
Zu welchem Friseur gehst du?
¿En dónde te lo cortas?
¿En dónde te lo cortas?
Tu vas chez quel coiffeur ?
Allora, da che parrucchiere vai?
Em que salão você vai, hein?