The man From Taured-TIME TRAVELLER

In 1954 at the Haneda international airport in Tokyo, Japan, one of the customs inspectors, questioned a man in a business suit. He examined the man's passport, which was already stamped with several visits to Tokyo. But his nationality was a problem, because the passport was issued, by the country of Taured. The inspector thought it may be a joke, because there is no such nation. Not on this Earth. The businessman was not laughing. He got angry, and his face turned red. He said, "You don't know Taured?" The inspector was young, and briefly considered that he may be wrong. He knew he had to pass this problem up the chain of command. But he did not expect the businessman's reaction, when told he would have to wait for a supervisor. The man clutched his chest, and collapsed on the freshly waxed floor of the customs station.

This was the 1950's. But treatment could not be delayed. The man from Taured was carried immediately to the Haneda Airport emergency medical station. That is where he was soon treated, with the best heart attack drug of that era. Nitro glycerin. When he recovered, he revealed to the medical personnel, that this was not the first time he had suffered such an attack. But it was the first time he had been successfully treated for it. He had never heard of "nitro". Then he was deemed healthy enough, for some light interrogation. At the Tokyo airport there was a small, secure room where an experienced customs officer conducted the questioning. "Taured must be a new country", suggested the officer. The businessman said, "My country has been here for 1000 years." Then the officer asked him to find his homeland on a map. He pointed to an area between the countries of France and Spain, but on closer examination of the atlas, he became agitated, flipping back and forth between the index, and the map. There was no Taured. The authorities were hard pressed to cite any law broken by this man. His driver's license was also issued by the government of Taured. The man's name was not associated with that of any known criminal. But they could not let the man leave the airport without kicking the problem upstairs, yet again. And it was getting late.
The police allowed him to check in to his hotel. The hotel said they lost his reservation, but this happens to businessmen all the time. He paid with Japanese yen, out of his wallet. The money was real. The concierge handed him a key to a room on the tenth floor. Outside his door, were posted two policemen.

The next morning, when the police knocked on his door, there was no response. When the hotel manager came to unlock the door, they found the room empty. He could not have left out the window, as the windows did not even open. The bed had not been slept in, and there was barely a trace of occupancy, except for one bar of soap that had been used in the bathroom.