It reminds me of a story my grandfather told me about his time as a refugee during WW2 (my grandparents were teenagers when the war broke & fled without their f

It reminds me of a story my grandfather told me about his time as a refugee during WW2 (my grandparents were teenagers when the war broke & fled without their families east into the Soviet Union as the Nazis advanced): they were moved to Uzbekistan and according to him they were poor, but they had just enough to eat and everybody else around them were just as poor. He said the locals treated them well & there wasn't really a reason to feel bad about being poor, it was just the situation everyone was at and didn't even really imagine it being any different.