“It Wasn’t What We Thought It Would Be”- Muslim “Refugees” To Germany Selling THEIR JEWELRY To Go BACK To The Middle East!

Think about it- these people are selling their jewelry to but plane tickets to go back “home.” That is proof enough these people were never refugees, but invaders and parasites looking to suck the life out of ther host country thanks to Chancellor Merkel’s Invitation. From Russia Today:

More and more refugees are selling their belongings to buy tickets in order to return to Iraq, travel agent Alaa Hadrous said from his Berlin-based travel agency, Thursday, after he experienced several asylum seekers hawking their jewellery to buy flights back to their homeland.

SOT, Alaa Hadrous, travel agent (German): “It started three months ago, when a family came to my travel agency after they saw a flight offer in Arabic on my window. And they have used it [the offer] because most of them speak only Arabic. And then they told me they wanted to go back to Iraq.”

SOT, Alaa Hadrous, travel agent (German): “Many people have already showed interest. Hovewer, some of them cannot buy tickets due to financial reasons. That is why some people have to stay here, but some have cash money and book their flights to Bagdad or Erbil. Some even brought golden jewels. I also have jewellery, I helped them to sell their jewels in order to buy tickets.”

SOT, Alaa Hadrous, travel agent (German): “Of course, compared to Iraq, Germany is much safer. But some imagined Germany completely different. They thought that when they arrived to Germany, they would immediately get an apartment and permission to stay in order to have a normal life. In the end they would have it for sure, but they don’t have enough patience.”


The reason why these Muslims (and many other people, I might add) want to come to Germany is because they think Germany is the Big Rock Candy Mountain– and I am not talking about the children’s version. The original song was about a land that was a bums paradise, where the handouts grow on bushes, and you sleep out every night. 

These people have no love for German culture or the German people. They only thing they ever cared about were the promises of eight hundred Euros per month and the other free “gifts,” all paid for by the German, hard-working taxpayer. Their countries are third-world cesspools because they do not care to take care of them, and they will turn Germany into a third-world cesspool if they are allowed to because they will not work.

For those who are interested, the original version of Big Rock Candy Mountain by Harry McClintock:

One evening as the sun went down
And the jungle fires were burning,
Down the track came a hobo hiking,
And he said, “Boys, I’m not turning;

I’m headed for a land that’s far away
Beside the crystal fountains
So come with me, we’ll go and see
The Big Rock Candy Mountains.

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
There’s a land that’s fair and bright,
Where the handouts grow on bushes
And you sleep out every night.

Where the boxcars all are empty
And the sun shines every day
On the birds and the bees
And the cigarette trees
The lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
All the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs

The farmers’ trees are full of fruit
And the barns are full of hay
Oh I’m bound to go
Where there ain’t no snow
Where the rain don’t fall
The winds don’t blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
You never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol
Come trickling down the rocks

The brakemen have to tip their hats
And the railway bulls are blind
There’s a lake of stew
And of whiskey too
You can paddle all around them
In a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
The jails are made of tin.
And you can walk right out again,
As soon as you are in.

There ain’t no short-handled shovels,
No axes, saws nor picks,
I’m bound to stay
Where you sleep all day,
Where they hung the jerk
That invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains …

I’ll see you all this coming fall
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.