combination *82138* tokyo february 9th 2007 >initial thought draft for article<

1215 GMT+9 February 9th 2007

A Man escorts me past the crowds of travelers beyond the standard scenery associated with airports and the initial layer of security. It is a cliche, but the first thing you notice is an absence of signs and markings, there are no other people, more specifically you have been singled out. We stand next to a grey wall and my escort enters a security code into a keypad on the wall. An electronic beep of confirmation is followed by a rush of stale air, low ceilings lined with humming florescent lights protected by a metal grid fence. We walk down a dark dirty hallway lined with what i can only assume are holding cells, past a door labeled “Interrogation room A”. In broken “Engrish” I am told to wait in an adjacent smaller room. Blue vinyl covered Benches bolted to the floor, a water dispenser and an old sink make up this room. There is a Filipino family in the far corner I think i can hear them faintly crying. The father clutches a small bible with gold gilded paper, with red tear stained eyes he inaudibly mouths the words. I hope he finds the strength in his faith to comfort his traumatized wife and child. Cold sweet starts to bead on my forehead. My throat is dry and my hands are shaking, I take a seat looking around myself ….

It has been three years

Welcome back to Tokyo Mr.Denichaud we’ve missed you

Fade Together from the album “You Could Have It So Much Better With Franz Ferdinand”