(Allow me to share with you this work of Ianree Raquel, my intellectual amiga in the university. I was there when this “Sayamedy” happened, and I was squirming in my seat. Right there and then, I decided to write on this outrage. But Aian wrote about it instead, and I could not have done a better job. Read on… )
“You want to find yourself? Try humor.”
WITH ANDREI, a four-year-old boy I have come to call my own son, I entered through the side door of the Teatro. Seeing the Teatro filled with students gave me a nostalgic feeling, reminding me of not-so-long-ago when I performed, debated, rehearsed, or simply acted as a good audience in this hall, famed for its egg-tray sound-proofing. “Say, ‘May I pass’,” I told Andrei as we made our way through the crowd. I have earlier asked one of my students to reserve front seats for us. “I’ll be with my son. I need a good view,” I pleaded.
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