Quelle: The Guardian | 20.12.2016
When I offered a lift to a Syrian refugee family trying to cross Denmark, I had no idea I would end up in court charged with people smuggling
by Lisbeth Zornig Andersen
I didn’t grow up in an orderly middle-class family with cosy Sunday lunches, people laughing and talking. I was brought up in a shabby cottage outside a remote Danish village, with cold water and a lavatory in the back garden. Hot dogs were a special treat on Sundays. My mum and stepdad were always drunk and didn’t work – they lived off benefits. It was not the sort of environment that teaches you universal moral values and ethics.