March 2012
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Why I'm Not Proud Of My Race: "Sakla"
It’s a typical scene here in the Philippines: it’s barely 6pm but the lights are already in a certain street, while in a hastily-erected four-post tent a crowd gathers, standing around something. Upon closer inspection, you find out that this is a wake, and the crowd is not communing for the deceased, to offer condolences, or abuloy. No, they’re standing around the sakla table,...
Back from the dead.