Times of Nonchalance
Fili Thief
Storm in paradise, tropical island retreat. Something of
magnitude happens here. Twelve thousand island. Some are idyllic, some war,
some disaster. One is where princess is. Someone so lovely I forgot the ones
before. We wanted to go to Cebu. Imagine if I stayed longer, we would of been there.
In the typhoon. Would we live or die? Some Brits
were lost in this awful storm, thousands more died. Nature, Mother Nature, so
powerful and merciless. Price for such beauty and living in paradise. One day
we will go there.
Our friends lost loved ones there. A man with traditional
tattoos. His closeness to nature debited the ultimate unthinkable cost. Would
he or the others of accepted that cost? Would Ulop and I, if it was us? On Cebu
and Leyte. And other dreamy tropical places locales.
A Filipino lady living in a hut by the beach. Waiting for
her lover to return home. He never returns. Claimed by the waves. Love stolen
by not one but dozens of waves. Storm tide surge. Angry brown turbulent waves.
Stealing innocent souls. A fisherman lost at sea in his little craft. A lady
mourns her husband. Soon they were together. That little hut where so many
romantic times were shared is gone. Washed away. Along with the girl and
thousands of others. Stolen by Typhoon Yolanda. An awful thief.
Not over there. A certain island torn apart by war and
death. Mindanao. More events, not good. Italian missionaries and priests
kidnapped. Pay up or else. Funds raised, who says illegal ransoms don't work?
All foreigners, unless you're a terrorist, are targets. Governments issue
travel warnings, avoid Mindanao. Communist insurgents killing pigs, a joke? No
real. All madness.
Each island has a story and character. Next year I'll be
back to see my Ulop fiancé.
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