Wonder how I'd do immigrating, with nothing much more than a suitcase, to some place like, say, Turkey?  First: I'd avoid it at all costs.  I'm lousy at learning languages. It would be the most challenging thing for me to master at any age, let alone at my age today, which is fairly close to this man's age.  Then, there are the national/local customs. Routines.  Locations. Climate. Arranging transportation anywhere.  Every day. Find a job?? 

HUGE challenges.  

I'd be exhausted, confused, frustrated, dispirited. And those would be on the "good days."

"Walk a mile in my shoes
Walk a mile in my shoes
Yeah, before you abuse, criticize, and accuse
Walk a mile in my shoes..."
Thanks to Joe South.