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Moments before the terminal of Cagayan de Misamis was demolished, the |
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street peddlers had evacuated from the site to Agora, where a larger, better, |
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well equipt facility was constructed to erect a centralized terminal. The pines near |
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the public theater had not cracked the flooring then, but the foundations of the old |
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terminal cracked more than the usual since, a demolition team had battered it for two |
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days and three hours. The old concrete, scattered in the surface of the earth, had |
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covered the irregularities of the road and two days after, the asphalt that evened it, |
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buried as well the memories of the old place, thus, the past was simply torn down in days |
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and hours, that no one ever paid a simple regard, or care, or laid respect to the stories |
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and trivialities of the place that was once the center of human activity in Cagayan de Misamis. |
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The families who owned the eateries in the sidewalk opened their caserole every thirty |
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minutes in disbelief, and the aromas that filled the interior of the utensils remained, |
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contrary, as early as seven in usual days, people would race over for viand and it kept them |
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busy unlike the day they sat and wondered how everything changed. |
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Fifty years and almost seven months, when the old scene of eateries were covered with buildings |
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that fairly earned well with business, the once busy corner near the old terminal had lost its meaning. It was |
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a place frequented by policemen, and during the evening, the transformation became even more dramatic when |
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the lights faded and new colors of the city emerge in the outskirt of unpredictability. It was just a |
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simple corner of course, where the games of men and young women suddenly collide in an idiocy blindfolded by |
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guilt. There were establishments close to that corner, and for reasons, visited by the famous |
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personalities. The aroma, along with the unfolding time and what the people called development, |
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ommited the simple realities of what was the people, and a new form of reality blossomed |
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with the sickness of generation influenced by the adventures of sexual fantasy, precipitated by |
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the aloholic trance that's addicted to mundane pleasure. It was vivid, some unimaginable vices that are too |
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harsh, and the insensitivity brought about by a failing world. No one remembered the terminal, and it's meaning |
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slowly drowned with the flood that shocked the whole city three days after the new year of 2009. |
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Barely a week after, another flood in the eastern part of the city devastated schools, homes, |
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establishments, and the highways swam like crawling flouder in a sand of mud and garbage. |
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The people in Mindanao are not ready. |
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A boy who once earned by |
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shining shoes in the terminal clearly recalled, that it wasn't like it before, and that |
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it was filled even with greater magic; the parades of |
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Buting measured the distance of the waves that travelled in the lake and saw that it seemed endless |
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from the harbor, he used his hand to cover the blinding light above his eyebrows and from there, he could see a |
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figure at the other end of the lake, like a thin, slim, fire from a scented wick. "It's like a fire in the |
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night." He said. And by the time he spoke those words, the fire moved closer, closer, like it was rowing nearer |
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to his stance and held him for a moment-burning a deep curiosity inside him that stimulated both heart |
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and mind. When the union of his emotion and intellect had him investigate what kind of incident had caused his passion, |
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he tend to forgot what kind of feeling it was, but recalled how to capture a moment and live for a moment. But it was |
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more than passion; it was indeed a fire that's hotter everytime he blew it, out of question, that it |
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captured him although he denied. When the face of the fairy that waved his wand before him alighted from the wooden canoe, he could barely speak |
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a word and he hid his breath that smelled alcohol out of his astonishment. |
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but although he blushed before her, she needed not to prolong his agony and started to smile that seized him forever. |
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(when one is in love, he is like captured and imprisoned forever, when one is exiled, he still could miss his life; but being exiled for that love is like facing eternity without turning back, and each time i think of that, i am being pulled by that eternity in a blackhole of uncertainty.) |
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Seeing the sea angels crossed the sea like a firefox that defied sound, Isidro wasted no time by |
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encouraging Editha to visit his beloved place. There was no wind for the day, that the sea was calm and |
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best for travel, and the long horizon filled with sailing clouds that moved to one direction, was cleared |
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minutes after they boarded the new water vessel often cited in the daily paper-inside the pages of |
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leisure and life. The vessel first turned three sixty like it was surveying the scene the moment its rope |
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unfastened from the port, by the moment it synchronized with the compass and map that also matched with |
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its trajectory, it started to heat its invincible engine, lifting the vessel up into a ride that lasted short. |
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When the doors of the vessel reopened, Editha's eyes were rounded as she saw the sea more emphasized by the time |
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she smelled it, and she tasted it in her mind, as she saw an obviously old road and screaming people. |
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There were peddlers in the port, but the young children who skillfully jumped to the waters and begged for |
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peso were among the interest she coundn't resist to flashed with photos! Isidro grabbed her hand |
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and pulled her with grace to the port of Camiguin. |
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The shifting clouds one dark morning travelled swiftly to the mountains, and the |
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cold intensely wrapped the household in a humid that was unusual for an ordinary rainy day. |
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It was morning, but later than two hours the humidity dropped until the sky gave way and |
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rain poured first into the mouth of the crest. An hour passed noon that seemed dawn, |
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the cuppacino colored river had dramatically risen, and it brought the most violent signs |
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of bad luck like dried leaves, twigs, branches, logs, trees, and finally some animals that |
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looked like monsters with their bloating stomach; it was a scene that people never saw for |
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the last twenty years and the public rescue group panicked for some phone calls and priority |
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requests made by anxious officials and the media. A few number of volunteers managed to |
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report immediately, but the angry river-as manifested by its character, seemed insensitive |
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to the pleas of people that were calling, reaching, pleading for help, but it was |
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not time for the river to listen. No time for the river to act gingerly. |
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