Oh, to Be in the Netherlands

An excellent joke as sent in by one of the Dutch readers at Gates of Vienna:

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 Dutchman? 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.”