All is fair in immigration. Except one thing: You never talk about the pain of dislocation. You do not describe the way colour drains out of everyday life when nothing is familiar, how the texture of living seems to disappear. You breathe not a word of no longer knowing who you are, where you are going, with whom, and why -- and the unique existential dread of that condition. Most important, you never question your decision: from the moment you cross the border, there is only ever the future.
- The Brothers, Masha Gessen
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