An Iranian refuge has been granted asylum in The Netherlands. Overjoyed, he approaches the first man he meets:- - - - - - - - -
“Mr. Dutchman, thank you for granting me asylum in your country!”
The man looks puzzled. “Dutchman? Me? Come on, I ain’t no bleedin’ infidel. I am Moroccan, and proud of it!”
The Iranian walks off. He spots another man. Again he thanks him for granting him asylum.
This guy actually gets angry. “Who do you call a Dutchmen? I am Turkish!”
The Iranian walks off again, and notices another man. He thanks him once more.
This guy smiles, and says: “Look man, I’m black. I am not Dutch. I am from Suriname.”
The Iranian is utterly confused. “But I am in Holland, right? Where are all the Dutch, then?”
The Suriname man looks at his golden Rolex: “At this time? They’re all at work.”