The "immigrants" mainly, if not mostly, want to keep themselves to themselves.

They tend to live in their own areas, among themselves.

Their grasp of the host language - one of the world's most used - is pretty poor.

They have their own shops, places they socialise.

They prefer to receive their own TV and radio stations.

They even have their own language newspapers. In one letters page, readers are urged to frequent "our" shops not "theirs". Many letters of support follow.

There's almost a separate economy - plumbers, electricians, joiners, shops, offices.

Youngsters meet through school; they learn, play and laugh together.

Often these youngsters grasp of the host language far, far excels that of mum or dad. Grandparents have no chance.

People try and understand what they see, hear and feel by their own traditions, customs and experience.

They try and bend or bash what's developed over centuries into something that fits their expectations, themselves forged over many centuries and influences.

But neither is the "host experience" monolithic: geology, wars, religion, language have all developed and changed what might have been to what is.

People say things in different languages; they have their different ways, foods, eating times, prayer, and respect.

Some people try and exploit these differences. Some enjoy and celebrate them.

Some try and learn the new languages and ways.

The "hosts" respond to this very positively. Families mix up and interact.

They laugh and learn together. They find there are more things that unite them, than divide them. Things change for the better.

Some show no desire or intention to make any changes to attitudes or behaviours.

Ironically, when they feel safe where they are, they profess to their chosen and legal migration being because they were not happy at "home" and seek a better life.

One little lad asks his mum about something he doesn't understand about where he's come to live.

She replies: "Because they're Spanish and effing thick!"