I finally met a man who could 'heal' me (just a little). He was a waiter in a cafe, a refugee from Lebanon. He/I talked war, and death, and music, and great art, and feeling glad but guilty to be alive. The only other non-acculted person I found was an uber driver, who was pretty disgusted with the whole milieu.
The people who helped you were the ones who were capable of human relatedness peer to peer.
Capable of ordinary face to face human empathy. People who had been in situations where survival and basic necessities for survival
could not be taken for granted.
Where it is life and death whether people are honest and stand by their promises.
And warn you when they cannot stand by what they promise.