In this room there are around ten people standing around talking or rapping while angrily watching two men carve away layers of waves and braids with a couple pairs of old rusty clippers.
I am drinking my first cup of coffee today and next to my cup is a small plastic bowl with a microwaved piece of brown cake.
Next to the two men cutting hair is a table with three Jamaican men slumped in chairs and one who is leaning against the wall with a plastic toothpick in his mouth.
They are all talking Pattwa.
They don't usually talk in Pattwa.
Everyone is looking at this book..
"Tommy's mother has three children represented by the three coins below"
"The second child's name is Nicole.."
"REREAD THE PUZZLE. IF THE ANSWER STILL DOESN'T DAWN ON YOU READ IT AGAIN"
I leave the room.