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Picture this: you’re walking down a quiet street in a small town far from any coastline, and suddenly the scent of sizzling spices, the sound of a familiar song, or a brightly colored flag fluttering in the breeze transports you halfway across the world. It’s a little reminder that no matter how far people travel, home isn’t just a place—it’s something they carry with them.

For those whose lives have been upended by war, natural disasters, or economic hardship, finding home again can be an adventure filled with resilience, laughter, and, let’s be honest, a lot of good food. Take, for instance, the families who rebuilt their lives after the 2004 Indian Ocean tsunami. They settled in communities thousands of miles from their coastal villages, bringing with them an unshakable spirit—and recipes that can make anyone feel like they belong.

In a small town in Sweden, a group of Sri Lankan families, displaced after the tsunami, have turned their sorrow into spice. They opened “Ceylon Delights,” a restaurant where the walls are adorned with the bright lion of the Sri Lankan flag, and the air is filled with the smell of coconut and curry leaves. Locals come in for their morning roti and end up staying for the warm conversations and stories. “We lost our home,” says Priya, one of the owners, “but here, we’ve found family in unexpected places.”

And then there’s the case of New Orleans natives who fled after Hurricane Katrina. Scattered across cities like Houston and Atlanta, they brought their music, their gumbo, and their famously warm hospitality. Walk into any one of their restaurants, and you’ll find neighbors tapping their feet to live jazz, while long-time residents swap hurricane stories with newcomers over a bowl of crawfish étouffée. “Houston welcomed us,” says Charles, a former Ninth Ward resident, “but we brought the party.”

Communities like these thrive not just because of their shared experiences, but because they’ve found ways to blend the old with the new. In Germany, Syrian refugees who left their homes due to war have started thriving businesses—from bustling kebab shops to cozy bakeries serving baklava and coffee strong enough to remind them of Damascus. And they’ve found friends in their new neighbors, too. “At first, I worried people wouldn’t understand us,” says Omar, who runs a popular café in Berlin. “But now, my German neighbors know how to say ‘shukran’ (thank you), and I can ask for bratwurst in perfect German.”

Similarly, Palestinian communities have flourished across the world in countries like Germany, Sweden, Canada, Australia, Chile, the United States, and other parts of Europe. Whether they are setting up thriving businesses in Berlin’s bustling Neukölln district, creating community hubs in Canadian cities like Toronto and Montreal, or opening family-run restaurants serving fragrant maqluba and knafeh in Sydney, Palestinians have brought their enduring spirit and rich culture to every corner of the globe. In Santiago, Chile—home to one of the largest Palestinian communities outside the Middle East—families gather in social clubs where they celebrate weddings, play soccer, and keep traditions alive through dance and storytelling. “We may be thousands of miles away,” says Yasmeen, a second-generation Chilean-Palestinian, “but every bite of my grandmother’s hummus reminds me where we come from.”

Faith, culture, and a bit of good humor often help people settle in and make a new country feel like home. In Canada, a group of Afghan families displaced over the past two decades gather every Friday for prayers and, of course, a massive pot of mantu dumplings. Their mosque has become a hub of laughter, shared wisdom, and the occasional friendly debate about whether Canadian hockey will ever truly replace cricket in their hearts (spoiler: it won’t).

And let’s not forget the surprising friendships that blossom when cultures meet. In a small town in Italy, a group of Bangladeshi families have not only opened successful textile shops but have also introduced their new neighbors to the wonders of samosas and chai. “They taught us to love spicy food,” jokes Marco, a local. “And we taught them how to make a proper espresso.”

Resettling after a disaster is never easy, but as these communities show, it’s not just about surviving—it’s about thriving. Whether it’s through food, music, faith, or a shared love for soccer (because let’s be honest, soccer transcends borders), these resilient individuals create little pockets of home wherever they go.

So the next time you stumble upon a family-run Ethiopian café in a quiet Midwest town, or hear the joyful strains of Caribbean music in an unexpected place, take a moment to step inside. Order something unfamiliar, ask a few questions, and you might just find yourself with new friends—and maybe even a new favorite dish.

Because home, after all, is where the heart—and the best recipes—are.

I’m timid about this and might be late to a party where others already had this idea, so please, no haters.

I can’t get over how facile and stupid the identification of LM was at a McDoballs. This is someone who fell off the entire grid for three months??

Just asking… but couldn’t an organization trying to conceal its reach and inevitability track a fella… and then… force an identification?

I do not have any idea about details… it’s broad strokes. Could it be? How many other privacy lovers heard about these three months completely off the grid somehow and also wondered… how?

Please pardon if this isn’t the appropriate place but the real theme is privacy. What if the watchers are always watching even when a person might believe they have made themself completely digitally invisible?

I captured these from a video. It’s a person that I know did not have these on earlier videos. What’s this from?

Not exactly sure how to articulate this.

My instagram shorts feed feels completely Sci-Fi level manipulative and conditioning.

And I realize that in some ways, I have programmed it.

So it makes me wonder how others are programming and getting programmed by these super manipulative video feeds.

Short of walking up to strangers and asking, “hey, can I compare your feed to mine?” What can someone do to get a more Birds Eye view of what this cancerous infection instagram is doing to society?

Okay Lemmy Champions… I want to spread the news and increase participation. What do you think about requiring an assignment in which college level comp students need to practice critical thinking skills in the subs of their choice at Lenny? What suggestions would you make relating to each an assignment? What negative unforeseen consequences am I not seeing? Thank you.Very