During the Walk For The Elderly parade at the CCP Complex here in Manila, I couldn’t help noticing an old lady on the phone, speaking in a distraught voice: “What? But we just spoke over the phone awhile ago!” she cried, stepping out of the crowd for a clearer exchange with the caller as her voice grew from frantic to hysterical. The caller is surely breaking a terrible news. (I would later on find out that somebody she’s supposed to be meeting with, met his fatal end along the way.)
She slipped in-between two parked cars and right there, the weight of the news brought her down to her knees. The horde of spectators still stuck on the colorful procession. How could someone be so alone in a street full of people.
For more on the drama of the life of our times, in this stage called Manila, I give you this my second Humans of Manila: