The idealization of your homeland as a lost paradise is one of the two possible choices, possible distortions, that one encounters among immigrants. The other is the utter rejection of the “old country.” Of course it was both good and bad. But “lost paradise” is more common, both because it’s a more pleasant way to remember one’s growing up, and also because childhood itself, when everything is so new and vivid, and you aren’t yet burdened with the struggle for existence, seems a paradise. Another factor is remembering what it felt like to belong, surrounded by family warmth.
IN A POLISH HOME FOR THE AGED
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