In this post, Bruno recalls a dialogue that may or may have not taken place at Incheon Airport in Seoul somewhere around 2.45am.
Bruno: So, what’s up with that security guard?
Old weedy guy: Which security guard?
Bruno: Oh, come on! you live at the airport too, right?
Old weedy guy: No way, what makes you think that?
Bruno: I saw you washing your underwear on the toilet sink this morning.
Old weedy guy: That one wasn’t me.
Bruno: Yes, it was you, and I saw you scavenging leftovers from the fast food restaurants.
Old weedy guy: That one wasn’t me either.
Bruno: Yeah it was, and just now the security guard went crazy because you were molesting the airport staff.
Old weedy guy: Not molesting, just talking and that wasn’t me either.
Bruno: So, you’re in denial.
Old weedy guy: Ok, you got me, I’m going through some rough times and I temporarily happen to be living at the airport, so what? It can happen to anyone.
Bruno: Yeah, it’s actually pretty cool, isn’t it? you get free food, no need to pay rent or spend any money, there’s TV, music, internet, clan toilets, and it’s not cold like outside.
Old weedy guy: I used to have a real job you know, but somewhere along the way I realized i wasn’t meant to follow orders.
Bruno: you mean orders from your boss?
Old weedy guy: Exactly. Why do I have to follow orders? I don’t understand. I don’t want to do that… So I woke up one morning, turned off the alarm and said: “fuck it, I’m moving to Incheon International Airport”. I’m my own boss here, don’t need to take orders from anyone and can do whatever I want.
Bruno: How about that security guard? just now he told you to go away and you left.
Old weedy guy: Yeah, he’s just having a bad day today.
Bruno: “Fuck it, I’m moving to the airport”. You know I really like that phrase, it has a nice ring to it!
Old weedy guy: It does actually.