‘You're a girl!’ he snapped at me, while the stares of the other customers burned into my skin like needles. ‘Girls are supposed to have long hair!’ He went berserk, waving his hands around and shouting at anyone who dared to look. Eventually, a hairdresser apprehensively stepped up to our chair, trying to calm him with a gentle voice. But she was powerless against his blind rage. The only thing she achieved was a lazy, forced compromise. My hair was trimmed a little, but the result remained unmistakably feminine.