Doesn’t matter where he lands. He hasn’t got the right stuff to survive as a stranger in a strange land. It’s one thing to choose the life of an expat. It’s quite another to be forced into it, having burned all bridges behind you. I’ve crossed paths with fugitive American expats in my travels. All regretted it. All wanted to come “home.” Life is all about choices. For guys like Snowden, life is a bitch, and then you die. In a Third World sink trap. Alone.
We don’t even know if this story is true. Nothing about it on the Guardian.