Originally posted in Corrimhao blog
I decided to resume my sojourns that were stopped when I had flying over fatigue when I was in Europe. Just think feasting on a table full of nearly untouched leftovers (the best of French and German, Romansh – Swiss canton of Grisons – cuisine). Then gorging just a few gallons of 100 year old or older wine. Haay! It was a feast without anyone to share it with. (That’s my problem with being a member of the cawacwacan clan, duh!)
I landed in Malacañang one night after the elections and I was shocked after hearing a kind of wolfen howl from one of the rooms in that place famously known as a snake pit.
A huge ambulance vehicle was there and a lot of people in white – apparently doctors and nurses complete with nurse caps. They all appeared to be discussing…
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