Meanwhile I found out that if you are asking for a copy shop, you end up in a coffee shop. The 'f' is not used here  but is pronounced as a "p". I had some copies required and because nothing is indicated in English  it takes some investigation to find a copy machine. Fortunately, a willing gentleman brought me where I needed to be so the feast of copying could start.
The copy machine was of a type that we had 20-30 years ago. The thing almost falls apart, the cover hung loose but it still functions. The small shop employs three people who help me all three of them. Behind the counter I mentioned the pages I wanted to be copied and then the two girls and a boy started to work. Number 1 and 2 together laid the book on the plate. No. 1 moved a new sheet of paper in the feeder and pressed the button while number two later assisted by number 1  pressed the cover with both hands to keep the book flat. Number 3 stood waiting at the "exit" where the paper comes out of the machine. The sheet was neatly captured and then checked if it was okay.
The same piece then went back to number one for the back print. And then the whole process started allover again until I finally had my 30 copies or so.
Half an hour later and at the cost of  half a dollar, I had what I needed. It is one way to keep the people busy.