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One day, Hiroshi took a plane from Japan to Mexico.

His idea was to visit some cities in Mexico and after a while -probably no more than three months- he would come back to his house.

But, as soon as he arrived at the airport, he knew that the airport was the place where he wanted to live.

He had found his place in the world. He had finally found his home.

*a polite mexican woman invited him to live in her house. Hiroshi accepted, but after some weeks he returned to the airport. He said that the house was nice, but he needed more freedom.