Our apartment’s daily garbage was strangely untouched this morning. Usually by the time I leave for the gym, my contracted caretaker has taken them out for the garbage truck’s rounds. Otherwise the army of stray cats would rip them to shreds and my morning would be greeted by their stinky, filthy, oily contents strewn all over the apartment hallway.

Welcome to the Philippines. Straighten your seat backs, stow your tray tables, and set your clocks back to 1972.

My contracted caretaker was picked up last night by the police, as part of our supreme leader’s drug war. Not that he…

Donato R. Vytiaco

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