I used to live in a foreign country for 7 years - it was called New York City. When the day came that I finally moved out I could only understand the language of my old NYU English professors. The taxi ride to the train station produced a lot of Pakistani chatter, the train offered Spanish-language advertising and "street" language conversations and the bathroom at the airport offered toilet-usage instructions in 12 languages, none of which I was fluent in.
Now I live in a country that ignores basic human rights unless they're one of the currently-popular "causes", my government has enacted laws that allow them to confiscate all of my belongings and put me in a concentration camp whenever they declare an "emergency" and what little money I have is forcefully taken from me in the name of something called "taxes". When I chose to defend myself against three muggers I was put in jail for "using excessive force" and had no legal representation (I had too much money to have a court-appointed lawyer but I couldn't afford a private one), so I sat in a cell for three months. My government tells me it's illegal to use medicinal herbs although it's what I've been trained to do. I cannot open a business without paying off the appropriate agencies. I cannot vote unless I have state-issued identification, nor can I ever leave this country unless I manage to either get some or forge some. If I DO manage to get some ID and leave, I'll be strip-searched first and my pocketknife taken from me, along with my shaving cream, my razorblades and my metal comb.
Nor has the language improved much - now at least I understand the words that are used, but it turns out they never mean what I think they mean. Most of the time it's a case of "say one thing, do another".
Seems I've lived in a "foreign" country my entire life ...