ABSTRACT
On my second day at the Fourth Brigade, I restarted my job as a barber. I didn't much like cutting hair, but when I compared myself with other victims of the movement, I felt very fortunate. I was given a white uniform. I was the only person allowed to travel from this group to that. I could enter the kitchen and enjoy a cup of hot water whenever I liked. The top officials at headquarters also asked me to cut their hair. Sometimes I was allowed to eat a meal at the headquarters canteen. I didn't have a Sunday, but I had plenty of time to rest. I could go and read newspapers for a while at the headquarters reading room. "Cut two more heads? Or shall I stop now?" It was up to me. I was free to arrange mv dailv life all bv mvself.
