I immigrated to Canada with my family when I was a child, from Russia. I remember my parents and other recent immigrant parents getting together for lively, fu

I immigrated to Canada with my family when I was a child, from Russia. I remember my parents and other recent immigrant parents getting together for lively, fun evenings of drinks and talks fairly regularly. It lasted for years - everyone was in such culture shock mode and wanted to both experience the good old vodka + pickles among comrades and share their crazy ass stories of oh my god, these people will constantly say 'how are you' but look at you like you're crazy when you go on to tell them. They think I'm crazy, they're the one asking me questions they don't want to hear the answer to - that's crazy! :D