"Turkish-style" barbers have mushroomed here in Holland. There used to be just one in Rotterdam, which was world famous in the whole of the country. People came from as far afield as Belgium to queue up in the rain on the pavement. In the centre of town here, there must be at least five "Turkish-style" barber shops. Apart from being more stylish than the Dutch mullet-only barbers, they are far cheaper. Most of them are staffed by Syrians or Iranians.
My barber is Serbian. We have the usual chitchat about holidays, work and death in the family but also about how Gavrilo Princip is an underrated national hero. His son, who does two days a week, is keen on 70s/80s punk rock. Time flies faster than his clippers.
Actually, his shop is in a parade that seems to sum up Dutch life: butcher, baker, flower shop, cheese shop, chip shop, bike shop, cake shop, nail bar, sushi bar, Thai massage parlour, creche, green grocer, pizza delivery place and mortgage adviser.