There is a widely reported, and frankly confusing, story doing the rounds of a Japanese national Hiroshi Nohara who has been sitting quietly in Terminal 1 of the Benito Juarez International Airport in Mexico City since September 2nd. Until his visa runs out in March he is breaking no laws and cannot be sent home.
This raises some perplexing questions. Most obvious is 'What the hell are you doing Hiroshi?' His response to that is 'I don't have a reason'.
I have wrestled with this answer, wrestled with it long and hard when I should have been doing other equally trivial things. This is surely a man in a dark place. He doesn't know why he has imprisoned himself in an airport food court but stays anyway.
But is he really as mad as his answer seems to be? I can think of dozens of things I do that I can't explain. When I drink coffee I have to wait and let the sugar grains sink through the crema in their own good time. In moments of extreme joy I have a tendency to moonwalk long distances. Why? I don't have a reason.
Maybe Hiroshi likes the airport, or perhaps he doesn't like Japan very much. Whatever his motivation is for squatting in an international airport doesn't really matter, although I am desperately hoping for a Mexican love-interest being pursued by bandidos to appear somewhere in this story.
Hiroshi is where he wants to be, even if he doesn't know why. I've heard of worse situations.
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