Methinks some of us have forgotten how bewildering it is to uproot and move to a country in which the people speak different languages from yours. I remember the first few times I went to a supermarket, I stood in front of the cheese shelf for 10 minutes and for the life of me, I couldn't decide which cheese I should put in my basket. Do you remember slowly, painstakingly reading all the labels of the milk packaging? Even my German other half mistook Milch Drink for something quite artificially vile.

After a while I was slightly dizzy from examining the array of 'alien' products. It was like Stendahl's Syndrome but over milk, cheese, sugar and flour, I tell ya.