08/16/16 Al Jazeera
Mexico City, Mexico – Unseasonal rain is tipping down outside the diner by Mexico City’s Benito Juarez airport. The brake lights reflected in the puddles on the wet tarmac make them look like pools of blood. The air is one huge engine roar: planes above, cars all around.
With its bottomless coffee, red banquette seating and dim yellow lighting, the diner could be the scene of a 1950s noir movie. It’s a fitting choice for the suited man with the silver crew-cut sitting alone at the foot of the room.