Discuss in pairs or in small groups Living abroad is challenging in many ways.

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Few of the various things which need to be taken into consideration when one shift to abroad to settle are:

Identity crisis is one of the various very important concerns because of which shifting abroad becomes very difficult. One is always treated as a second-hand citizen. People of that particular nation, may it be France, England or Australia would never accept Asian people residing there. The feeling of diaspora and multiculturalism exists throughout even if one attains the citizenship abroad and settles there forever.
Violence on many levels could harm an individual on a physical as well as psychological level. The recent case of Indian students being bullied, beaten up, and even killed in Australia could be taken into consideration while talking about violence. The difference in ethnicity strikes people of other nations a lot. There are very few nations who are as hospitable as India who believe in the concept of accepting guests as Gods just like the Sanskrit sloka which says: Athithi Devo Bhava.”
Stability in life is struck a huge blow. People live on very uncertain grounds. Issues such as recession could hit the economy anytime. An alternative to income is usually neither found nor provided to such people who immigrate from other nations.
The difference in climate, cuisine, and standard of living holds prior importance too. People usually face a financial crunch because of the huge gap between the money they earn and the type of life they want to live. Education, health, etc are also very expensive which might make people feel unsuitable and, thus, unwelcome in a country.
The law and order system differs from one nation to another. It is very difficult to cope up with the changes so soon. Thus, even when someone gets caught up with some issues, people find it hard to find a solution.

Dos	Don'ts
Talk slowly	Don’t mumble
Emphasize keywords	Don’t look up /down

Tina	Ma’am, I want to borrow a book.
Librarian	Do you want a story book ______a book of poems?
Tina	I want a story book.
Librarian	Do you like stories about animals ______adventure stories?
Tina	I like both.
Librarian	Go to the second cupboard. On the first shelf, you will find animal stories ______ on the second, adventure stories.
Tina	Ma’am, I want Black Beauty______ Panchantantra Stories
Librarian	You can have either Black Beauty______Panchantantra Stories

(1)	“Can I see the Manager?” I said, and added solemnly, “Alone.” I don't know why I said “Alone.” “Certainly,” said the accountant and fetched him.
(2)	The Manager was a grave, calm man. I held my fifty-six dollars clutched in a crumpled ball in my pocket. “Are you the Manager?” I asked. God knows I did not doubt it. “Yes,” he said. “Can I see you …. alone?” I asked.	5
(3)	The Manager looked at me in some alarm. He felt that I had an awful secret to reveal. “Come in here,” he said, and led the way to a private room. He turned the key in the lock. “We are safe from interruption here,” he said; “Sit down.” We both sat down and looked at each other. I found no voice to speak. “You are one of Pinkerton’s men, I presume,” he said.	10
(4)	He had gathered from my mysterious manner that I was a detective. I knew what he was thinking, and it made me worse. “No, not from Pinkerton’s,” I said, seeming to imply that I came from a rival agency. “To tell the truth,” I went on, as if I had been prompted to lie about it, “I am not a detective at all. I have come to open an account. I intend to keep all my money in this bank.” The Manager looked relieved but still serious; he concluded now that I was a son of Baron Rothschild or a young Gould. “A large account, I suppose,” he said. “Fairly large,” I whispered. “I propose to deposit fifty-six dollars now and fifty dollars a month regularly.”	15 20 25
(5)	The Manager got up and opened the door. He called to the accountant. “Mr. Montgomery,” he said unkindly loud, “this gentleman is opening an account, he will deposit fifty-six dollars. Good morning.” I rose. A big iron door stood open at the side of the room. “Good morning,” I said, and stepped into the safe. “Come out,” said the Manager coldly and showed me the other way.	30
(6)	I went up to the accountant’s wicket and poked the ball of money at him with a quick convulsive movement as if I were doing a conjuring trick. My face was ghastly pale. “Here,” I said, “deposit it.” The tone of the words seemed to mean, “Let us do this painful thing while the fit is on us.” He took the money and gave it to another clerk.	35
(7)	He made me write the sum on a slip and sign my name in a book. I no longer knew what I was doing. The bank swam before my eyes. “Is it deposited?” I asked in a hollow, vibrating voice. “It is,” said the accountant. “Then I want to draw a cheque.” My idea was to draw out six dollars of it for present use. Someone gave me a chequebook through a wicket and someone else began telling me how to write it out. The people in the bank had the impression that I was an invalid millionaire. I wrote something on the cheque and thrust it in at the clerk. He looked at it.	40 45
(8)	“What! Are you drawing it all out again?” he asked in surprise. Then I realised that I had written fifty-six instead of six. I was too far gone to reason now. I had a feeling that it was impossible to explain the thing. I had burned my boats. All the clerks had stopped writing to look at me. Reckless with misery, I made a plunge. “Yes, the whole thing.” “You withdraw all your money from the bank?” “Every cent of it.” “Are you not going to deposit anymore?” said the clerk, astonished. “Never.”	50 55
(9)	An idiot hope struck me that they might think something had insulted me while I was writing the cheque and that I had changed my mind. I made a wretched attempt to look like a man with a fearfully quick temper.
(10)	The clerk prepared to pay the money. “How will you have it?” he said. This question came as a bolt from the blue. “What?” “How will you have it?” “Oh!”— I caught his meaning and answered without even trying to think— “in fifties.” He gave me a fifty-dollar bill. “And the six?” he asked dryly. “In sixes,” I said. He gave it to me and I rushed out. As the big door swung behind me. I caught the echo of a roar of laughter that went up to the ceiling of the bank. Since then, I bank no more. I keep my money in cash in my trousers pocket and my savings in silver dollars in a sock.	60 65 70
Adapted from: My Financial Career By Stephen Leacock

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