Bandar Udara Denpasar: the young Balinese man squints at my passport. “This is you?â€I don’t blame him. The girl in the picture has long hair, long bangs to the side – she is wearing makeup, and her eyes sparkle. She looks beautiful. She does not look like me. The girl standing at the customs desk has short red hair, short, self-chopped bangs, armpit hair poking out of a wrinkled sundress, and the terrible odor of over twenty hours in planes and airports. “Yes,†I say.“With this hair?â€â€œI cut it off†I say.He looks at me. I smile. Try to look pretty.“OK, I see it,†he says.
