Then we have every iraquie/algerian and turk coming in by the lorry load claiming asylum and thats on top of every other nationality that see's the UK as a soft touch coming in by air after flushing their passport down the toilet.
Ho ho arnie...I've never understood why those nations had to be torn apart and paralyzed from self progress?
have you? If you ask an iraqi what ties her/him so much to their country while living abroad this would be the reply you get...
I saw my garden blooming with Jasmin flowers, spreading their scent in the whole neighborhood, I saw the palm trees where I would recline underneath their merciful shade, I smelled the wet earth where I'd leave my naked footprints, I heard my mother shouting from the kitchen and the smell of food dragging me in...I saw my grandmother's smile as she was preparing tea, I heard my aunts fight over suitors, I felt the evening breeze caress my face, I saw the stars covering me in the chilly mornings, I heard the grocer greet me and offering me free oranges, I saw the souks and the warmth of the teasing and laughter, I smelled my grandfather's attic and his books, I saw Um Abbas carrying fresh cream at the crack of dawn, I saw my first love throwing my first love letter over the garden wall....
- the earth, the sky, the people...
- Love.