I remember the face of a Chinese man from Beijing who happened to be stuck in the Newark Liberty International Airport, that day when I was all set for a connecting flight to Manila, via San Francisco. It was around 4AM, and the airport is empty, save for Dunkin Donuts personnel walking to and fro for metal crates. Clad in suit and tie and a light luggage standing nearby, the man's face was scrunched, and he looked like was holding back his tears while having this futile dialogue with an airport employee in pidgin English.

"We were trying to call this guy he said was his friend," the woman said, "and he said the guy would pay his plane ticket." Last-minute tickets cost around $800. They have been trying to contact a translator.