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Terminal man

I was recently sitting in Terminal 2 at Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris, reading Terminal man, the tale about Merhan Karimi Nasseri who has been living in Terminal 1 of CDG for 16 years. That’s right. Terminal 1, the horrible concrete saucer.

“Passengers are reminded to keep their personal baggage with them at all times.”

I’ve been to this airport a dozen times, I’ve said it before and I’m saying it again: CDG is hell on Earth! A dirty gray bunker with no food available. Why would a starving man buy a Lacoste handbag? We even tried to look for food on the other side of the building, but was promptly stopped by the guards. I pity the poor souls who have to work at this infernal place.

“Passengers are reminded to keep their personal baggage with them at all times.”

Aargh. It was a long night. Perhaps I should have talked to the Terminal man for some advice?

Charles de Gaulle Terminal one Welcome to Charles de Gaulle Terminal 1. You can check out anytime you like but you can never leave.

Update: Nasseri left the airport in 2006.

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