Kapwa

by Genevieve Balance Kupang I. The First Encounter I met you not in Frankfurt, not in Starnberg’s quiet light, but in the humid heart of Manila, where the air was thick with the scent of mimeographed pages and the restless…

It was a Saturday afternoon, usually the busiest day of the week in Metro Manila. Streets were jammed as people went about their weekend activities and chores. Amidst the hustle and bustle, a motley group of people braved the traffic…