Do you see and fear the loss of your culture?

I read this travel article this morning, but it was the title that really caught my eye. Living in another country that grapples with trying to determine its own culture and how to save, protect or defend it, it seems that people confuse change with loss, the latter of which presents and entire array of knee-jerk reactions.

What are some of the things going on around you, changes, that leave you feeling frightened or as though you’re losing something as opposed to it being change.

Do fond memories that you might have also play a role in this process, as in, “When I was a kid… ” or “Do you remember when… ?”