Moving house is a stress. Starting a new job is often tough. Going to a foreign destination can be fraught with language difficulties and strange customs. Meeting someone new can be frightening.

Imagine being faced with all of this at once and more. Take time to think what it would be like to be faced with the enormous emotions and frustrations that would be placed in front of you every minute of every day.

Leaving loved ones and friends is a massive upheaval but add that to forgoing a job, financial security and everyday customs then the  picture evolves into one of immense confusion and heartache.

It is okay to travel on holiday either alone or with friends as most have the comfort of knowing that it is only a temporary state and, lets face it, it is fun to experience different things for a short period of time.

Moving to a country where one has little command of the language, customs, food and laws it is tough. Finding work is easy if one likes to be humiliated, used, worked like a machine and rewarded poorly. Favourite drinks, food and toiletries can elude one and the feeling of isolation can be crushing as communication is all but impossible for the complex social interaction us humans crave.

I, for one, cannot imagine how hard this is and why one would commit to such impossible terms but many do for numerous reasons.

I  guess that is why groups and small communities within established societies grow. Here one can meet like minded and culturally understanding patriots and the sense of belonging is shared.

Its not until one experiences circumstances and situations that views from the other side of the table can be seen and felt. It is all too easy to push away what we cannot easily get to grip with and beliguer their ignorance but life would be so much better if we all helped each other and were less self absorbed.

I am not a father. Phew! I hear the masses cry. One Lord John is quite enough for the world and the world is not big enough for another generation of this kind. But father I am  not and it is very hard to empathise with those who do have children. I struggle to comprehend what it is like to live separately from their children in nearby towns or streets so what it must be like to endure when those same idols are in a different Country is beyond me.

And all this is done so we can make new relations and lives together as couples?

It is ludicrous, harebrained, illogical and questionable but it goes on all the time in the hunt for happiness and companionship. Do I understand the reasoning behind this and why so many put up with such nonsense? No. All I do know is that we will experiment and see this trend repeating itself again and again, and again in the generations and years to come.

So spare a thought for the genuine immigrants who want to make a life in different Countries and also remember that emmigrants  are only so when they are leaving their own Country.