It all began when I decided to grow a beard. Not a tiny little moustache, but a proper beard. This was a few years ago and I'm now used to having it really long, and only sometimes a bit shorter. I've always struggled to trim it myself, however.
My very tolerant wife is absolutely cool with it, but one thing is really important to her: however long it gets it needs to be carefully trimmed. It should be shiny and styled!
After returning from assignment on the Turkish-Syrian border where I was treated to a perfect trim at the hands of a Kurdish barber, my wife urged me to find one closer to home as well - not an easy task in Frankfurt.