That morning, the airport was buzzing with activity. Some were rushing to their gates, others were standing in line for coffee, and some were simply watching planes take off through the windows. But in one corner of the terminal, something unusual was happening.
People began to stop, whisper, and pull out their phones. On the cold tiles of the floor lay a young man in military uniform. A small, worn blanket was spread under him, and he curled up, hugging his knees to his chest. His face was pale, and his eyes were closed. He was breathing heavily.
