For the less-well informed people arriving to the Serbian border, the day started relatively well. Raffi Halabi, 42, a lift manufacturer from Damascus, accompanied by his two sons and leading a group of eight other refugees, walked up to the old train tracks in the village of Horgos which, until today, was the route most favoured by refugees entering Hungary. “I am the president here,” he said. “Everybody listens to what I say!”