One cold yet sunny afternoon in March 2011, there was a knock at the door of our house in Atyrau. A small middle-aged man of composed manner followed me into the living room, an amused smile on his face.
My family and I had been in Kazakhstan for two years and I had decided to organise a series of seminars for the expatriate community in Atyrau. The seminars, entitled ‘Fundamentals of living in Kazakhstan’, were intended as a forum to discuss the process of adjusting to our host country, as well as to introduce expatriates to the history, culture and traditions of Kazakhstan. We were also to discuss culture shock and other topics with which most, if not all, expats eventually become familiar.
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