Life sometimes lead us in different highways than we were supposed to be in.
So I left my beloved Country, Mexico.
Heading west, as west as it is possible, to some island, somewhere.
I don't know how did I got here. I don't know why.
-Tokyo? Asked the Lady at the airport looking at my luggage as if she wanted to imagine what would I take to Tokyo.
That is what's written on the ticket- I tried to be funny just to release some stress.
She gave me back the ticket saying: First gate to the left.
Didn't look again at me, no more curiosity, no more dreams.
So I waited. For the plane, for walking in the bridge that leads to the stunning metal flying boat that would take me to Oriental earth.
Just fourteen hours I said to myself. Just fourteen.
Tired of the unsuccessful hours trying to sleep, non vegetarian insipid food and looking for some worthy movie to enjoy.
I walked out from that plane while in my head reminded the phrase in that English classy accent: "Remember, remember!
The fifth of November, The Gunpowder treason and plot;
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!"
I saw the day pass and the sun was hidden behind clouds and small drops.
I felt as the day before a big party with a hangover of memories. And the big city was there, waiting for me.
Build for the tiny ants to work and build a big refuge for the future.
We are living the future now!
