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I happened to be in Ramat Gan, a suburb of Tel Aviv, today. I needed my hair cut so I went into a barber shop.

The two barbers in the shop were two Jewish senior men. When I asked them how long they had worked in the shop, they said, “We came to Israel from Iraq. We opened up in 1953, and we’ve been working here ever since.
Some other interesting things that the barber, Sabach, pictured in the attached picture, told me:
“My brother and father and I worked in this shop. Here is a picture of us from 60 years ago. I am the one on the right. In the middle is my father.
We were the second barber shop in Ramat Gan. (Now there are 150,000 residents in the city.) People would stand in line outside the shop to get their hair cut!”
“We would be open until midnight sometimes. There used to be a theater down the road. People would come out of the theater after the evening movie and want to get their hair cut.”
“About 20 years ago we decided to cut down our work a bit. So now we open from 8-1, then take a break until 4 PM. We open at 4 PM sharp and work until 7 PM, every weekday.”
“Where else can you get your hair shampooed after it’s cut, in Ramat Gan? And it’s only 50 Shekels!”
“People who grew up getting their hair cut here and moved away, still come back, and they bring their children. We have customers who come here from Netanya!”
After cutting and drying my hair, the barber put an astringent, stinging liquid on my head. Its scent reminded me of the scent of my father’s Old Spice cologne. I think I’ll become a regular customer.
– Avraham Hermon
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