There’s a story that made me think hard about the concept of "home." Mehran Karimi Nasseri—a name that might sound unfamiliar, but his story is incredibly absurd. This person literally lived at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris for 18 years. Not by choice, but because he was trapped without valid documents.

What’s most interesting? Even after finally obtaining refugee status, Mehran Karimi Nasseri still chose to stay there. I’m serious. He had the chance to leave, but he stayed. This isn’t an ordinary sad story—it's about how someone can find "home" in the most unexpected place.

Thinking about Mehran Karimi Nasseri makes me realize something. Home isn’t about an address or geographic coordinates. It could be about routines, about the people who know you, about a place where you feel you have a role. At the airport, he had structure, he had an identity—even if limited.

This story went viral and was even made into a movie (The Terminal), but the most striking question it leaves behind is: what makes a place feel like home? For Mehran Karimi Nasseri, the answer turned out to be not the final destination, but the transition that becomes permanent. Wild, isn’t it?