Some people are snobs, no doubt about it - some only in private, but often quite brazenly.
No one looks beyond the stereotype - they don't know you, but one look is enough for them to know they hate you. A foreigner like me tries to fit in, obviously. Even the locals must make some effort to conform - I don't object to this. This sentence comes out of the blue - I am shattered. My life is finished, sisters, - life without joy is living death.