They have nothing better to do, that's why they're philosophers.
Argentina, by circumstance. Until the Americans that my father previously worked for decided that his research still belonged to them, and since I was all that was left of it... Don't want to go around messing with the timeline too much, all sorts of movies on why that's a bad idea. But losing memories is unsettling, I agree, even the bad ones are important to who we are. You'd like to think you would remember somewhere as strange as this.
What last place? Most of what I listen to is lofi and a radio station that plays nothing but number sequences all night. Probably not the most appealing to you either, can't imagine anyone dancing to it but then again.
It is fine. I will not impede on you too long, or insult your sensibilities. I can drop off a piece of invisible strawberry pie from the diner in exchange for your unwanted goods.