It was pitch-dark by the time the Syrian refugee family arrived in the eastern German town that was to be their new home. As they prepared to get off the train, a drunken skinhead stumbled past with a glare that made 11-year-old Raghad huddle closer to her mom.

The five members of the Habashieh family took a taxi to the asylum center assigned to them by a computer in Berlin. It was a former army barracks used by the Soviets and by the Nazis before them, surrounded by towering fences topped with barbed wire

so l drank my tea this morning and ate my cornflakes grateful for the sun rising over the northern cliffs that border this town.
my thoughts drifted like many of you reading this to the refuggees tracking across Europe.
Did they really think Europe was a easy place of milk and honey.
NO think again life is hard here
not a great deal of rewards.
The weather is harsh here,employment is poorly paid. The politics are tough on those lower down the ladder.
I walked to the library,our computers are not great, passsed my neighbour along side homes Which have overgrown gardens, what do you think they signal?
Occupants two each side of him did moonlight flits,why?
Bedroom tax,
yes tax if you have an extra room
one result over grown gardens and run down propertys,where in an inpoverished country called England
WELCOME
WELCOME oh you refuggeees do you know what its really like here?
Paradise
NOT LIKLY