A story about Denmark

Renata told the following story in November 2004:

".... I would like to write about what happened to our family in Denmark. In June 2000, my Danish husband and I together with three children came to Denmark. Why? According to my husband's opinion, it should have been a perfect country to take our kids. A bit of savings and a move to Denmark, then we could have more time for our family. I understood that we should have more possibilities of doing things together, find secure jobs and very honest people surrounding us.

This is what happened to us: My husband got a job. Meanwhile, we were living in a rented house in a small town in "Midtjylland" [the middle of Jutland, ed.]. The security of him having a good job was great, as was knowing that everything should work out as planned. Our biggest dream was to own a house with a nice garden so our children could play and finally have a place to call their own. We started to look around for a house which we were able to afford at the time. After a few weeks looking and discussing carefully with the estate agent, we bought our house. There was a lot to renovate and do. We were used to hard work and we were trying to create a perfect humble home. It seemed that my husband's boss was more than jealous, so he told him that there was no more work for him. That was the first lie that we were faced with: The secure job that he never had. Automatically, our situation changed, but a few weeks later, my husband got another job in one of the richest and biggest companies in town. Too bad that his boss was an alcoholic who was very good at complaining and finding problems in everything. My husband worked there for two years and was fired by his boss who retired a month before he decided to fire him. He never had a chance to meet the new boss and keep his job. After that, we were in big trouble.

At the same time, our daughter was confirmed. In Denmark, confirmation was the step into real and adult life. A few months after the confirmation, at the age of 13, our daughter started going to parties, drinking and smoking. For her, it was okay, because everyone else did it. It went on for a year, and we sent her to a boarding school that she wanted to go to. When she came home for the weekends, she was never home, she was partying the whole time and didn't come home at night. We were looking for her everywhere, but she never told us when or where she was going. She started to cut her arms and be very aggressive. At school, she shared a room with three other girls. Two of these girls were abused by their fathers, and the third was beaten and came from a divorced family. The two girls who were molested were also schizophrenic and had many problems that they shared with my daughter. She had many things to think about and went crazy herself. The community promised to cover the expenses of her school, but that ended up differently. The one who should be responsible for that wasn't there anymore. My daughter also should have had a psychologist from the community, but she only saw him twice. There are drugs and alcohol in school, and everyone pretends not to see it.

Our economic and mental situation was devastating. We put our house for sale in March 2003. Another estate agent was responsible for selling our house. We gave them the keys to our place and we left for 2 months outside Denmark. When we came back, we had an electricity bill for 17,000 kr. [2,300 euros or £1,600, ed.]and a cut telephone wire. My husband was going out of his mind. The government would not help us financially because we owned a property [this is a classic example of the workings of the Jantelov. Property owners in Denmark are permanent targets of envy from others, because they are considered rich when owning property. The politically correct behaviour is to be poor and live in rented, social accommodation. Hence, property owners will be harassed by all available means by the administration, at least until they break down and sell. It doesn't matter if the rent is more expensive than the mortgage payments. What matters is that you are not property owner, because by being a property owner, you show that you think you are better than others, according to the wicked Jantelov. In places where rented and owned buildings are next to each other, it can be seen that those who live in the rented flats frown upon the "rich ones" in the owned flats. ed.]. So the first announcement about our house going on forced sale came fast. Then, the estate agent that sold us the house came by to assure us that they would be able to help saving our house by selling it. They convinced us that it was nonsense that the other estate agent was unable to sell a house for so long time, from March to November 2003. So again, the original estate agent acted quickly and advertised our house. Keeping the friendly smiles on their faces, they drove us to "the bottom of the sea". They said that they couldn't help in any way, but they sold the house a week after the auction. Even though we found a family member who was willing to help us and loan us money, one lawyer decided not to accept it. All those people are liars and cheaters, wearing elegant clothes, smiling nicely and ripping your life to pieces with cold blood and no mercy. But the worst is that there is no justice over those people in Denmark. We can't find a lawyer to take our case, because we need 35,000 kr. before anybody will talk to us and take our case seriously. Right now, our family is living out of Denmark with big scars that are very hard to heal. All names and telephone numbers will be given if requested. We went trough living hell surrounded by communists and ignorants, which is something that you can't describe in words, but something that stays with you for as long as you live. The plague of hate, jealousy and hopelessness is what these robot-like people are."