They traveled frequently abroad, and my father - a brilliant mind - who also read voraciously and sped through school, graduating at 14, had grown up with already, expanded horizons. He spoke a handful of languages and picked up others quickly. Thus, the eventual cushy gig with British Intel during WWII. It happened by fluke, when he lied about his age during a recruiting session at Cape Town University, and joined the Army. He was 19. They stationed him in Egypt (where he sent a telegram to his mother informing her, he was in Cairo) as a sight man on anti-aircraft guns. He was virtually discharged from the Army, after a near miss with an Allied plane, but pulled the liguistic ability out of his hat, and found himself suddenly promoted and sent to Trans-jordan to hang out with the Bedouin.
After the war, my dad almost converted to Catholocism, obviously having undergone a crisis of faith. Instead, he declared himself an agnostic with Taoist leanings. He respected all cutures and had a live and let live, lifelong philosophy but he despised Zionism, and saw it as a European, Nationalist movement with no ties to Judaism.
He told me as a child, that according to Torah, we Jews are sent into exile until the Messiah returns and are permitted to make Aliyah, but not to lay down the "Law of the Land."
Therein lies the problem, it would seem.