This is so true for me when I came to California from Beirut in 1971. Though I spoke English, it was still a terrible shock especially given that there was a sexual/drug revolution going on in the States that was completely foreign and terrifying to me. Note, Beirut in 1971 was known as ‘The Paris of the Middle East’. We wore Mini skirts and went to discos and danced to American, British and French pop music, by it was still a night and day experience. My heart breaks for refugees. The difference, I deduced from my own experience, is that immigrants want to go to a new country while refugees are forced to, by circumstances beyond their control. I was definitely in the latter group even though I was not technically a foreigner or a refugee. Thank you for your insightful perspective.