This article on an Iraqi disappointed with Germany was interesting:

Exactly 100 days after Ayad Mohammed left his native Iraq to begin a better life in Germany, he packs his backpack in a refugee hostel in a forested area of the Swabian Jura mountains in southern Germany and begins his journey back home…

Even the most charitable of observers would find it difficult to describe how a man like Mohammed could have enriched German society, a quiet man who doesn’t speak German and has no plan or qualifications…

While walking to the subway, Mohammed speaks with another refugee.

“Why are you going back?” Mohammed asks.

“They didn’t do anything for me,” the other man replies…

The flight lands at 10 p.m. local time. When Mohammed enters the security area, he says quietly: “My family, they’re all there…”

A cousin drives Mohammed home to Erbil, where the rest of the family is waiting…

One of the women spreads out a plastic tarp on the floor and begins carrying dishes into the room: hummus with pickles, warm bread from the clay oven, skewers of roast ground lamb, chicken soup, bean soup, grilled tomatoes, peppers and a large plate of buttered rice.

In Kurdish society, a guest is given the best piece of meat from the chicken soup, is the first to be served rice and is encouraged to eat more. “Don’t be ashamed, eat,” his relatives tell him. The women make rolls of Yprax for their guest, a dish of stuffed grape leaves that is difficult to prepare, as a sign of appreciation. It is customary for Kurds to offer their guests a bed for the night and to ask them if they need anything. The welcoming experience is a stark contrast to the burning refugee hostels in the German state of Saxony, a thought that is even more unbearable here than it is in Germany.