Before Denmark, 'we had a better life in Syria'
Then go home. No one is shackling you to Denmark.
I ran into a man with similar attitude at the Portland International Airport just a few weeks ago. He was from Eritrea. When I asked him about why he came to Portland, he punted, and instead told me how he hated Portland. "The food has sugar in it," was his complaint. It is almost like he did not understand that he could prepare food, on his own, without sugar. His complaint and the complaint of the woman in the Danish story is about change. Each had to make decisions because their nation is a hell hole of death, and mayhem. Both wanted nothing more than to be left alone, to live in peace. But the lack of effective government left them with a stark binary choice: stay and likely die, or leave, and likely live.
Now they live with their buyer's remorse, pining for a time which no longer exists. D'Nile ain't just a river in Egypt.