West

I had been out for a while. 

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!