HOME OF THE ASHFALL John Jack Wigley
Pampanga
The eruption of Mount Pinatubo was recorded as the second largest terrestrial eruption of the 20th century, and the largest eruption populated area. Ash fall, which formed a weighty, rain‐drenched snow‐like film, affected almost the entire island of luzon, and even reached the neighboring countries of Malaysia and Vietnam. It was further aggravated because of Typhoon Yunnan, which brought with it heavy rains and strong winds. To the Kampampangans and to the people affected by this tragedy, it would serve as a testament to their irrepressible attribute of rising about their plight and predicament.
I was no longer living in Angeles City when Mt. Pinatubo erupted on June 15, 1991. I was promoted from being a crew member at Pizza Hut Dau to management trainee at Pizza Hut Harrison Plaza in December 1990. After being a service crew member for more than four years and graduating from college in 1989, I had to say goodbye to my hometown where I lived for more than two decades. It was my first time to work in manila. I asked the assistance of Ed Calupitan, a fellow Pizza Hut Dau crew member now based in Manila, to help me find a place to stay. He was living in a two‐bedroom apartment and gladly offered the other room to me.
Weeks before the eruption, I read several news and warnings about Mt. Pinatubo. Frankly, I never knew that there was a volcano in the Zambales mountain range. Nobody among my Kapampangan friends did. I guess we were all clueless about the impending danger this would cause in our lives. Later on Later on, I realized that the summit of the volcano was just forteen kilometers away from the extent of Clark Air Base. I thought that volcanoes were conspicuous mountains and had fierce‐looking summits like Mayon’s and Haicon’s. But this one was deeply hidden among the several mountains called the Cabusilan mountains” of Zambales. How a volcano had managed to hide among the mountains and be covered with a defense forest was something I couldn’t comprehend. If it was bound to erupt, I guess it would be just like a firecracker.
Hell, I thought that if there was a mountain near us which I imagined would erupt anytime, it would be the Arayat, which was located at the heart of Pampanga, with its open mouth and forbidding countenance. Not this obscure mountain whose native inhabitants, the Aetas, never even knew about, I paid no more attention to warnings.
I had only been in Manila for barely six months and was enjoying my new‐found independence. I would sometimes go to Angeles City to see Mother during days off, which usually fell on a weekday,since management people did not have the luxury of the day‐off during weekends because it was the time when more people would go out and eat.Pizza Hut Harizon Plaza was a high volume unit.
That fateful day, after my opening shift, I went to see a film. I t was “Hihintayin Kita sa Langit”, a film adaption of Bronte’s “Withering Heights” directed by Carlitos Siguion Reyna. The film starred erstwhile lovers played by Richard Gomez and Dawn Zulueta. I was feeling all mushy and melodramatic after watching the film when, once outside, I saw parked cars covered with what seemed like a whitish‐gray blanket. And so were the streets. Is it finally showing in Manila? I thought, as I felt some of the particles in my hand and smudge my shirt. When I looked closely and touched them, they were grainy. It was like ash from an ashtray.
Sa kabila ng aking paghingal dahil sa pagod at takot , sabi ko: “Nanang ,ay nabangga! Parang si... Parang si...”
Hindi na nag‐urirat pa si Nanang kung sino ang nabangga. Tumakbong pumunta siya sa kalsada at nakalimutan pang magsuot ng ng tsinelas o kahit man lang sana pinusod ang medyo mahabang nagtitikwasang buhok.
Halos patakbo rin akong sumunod kay Nanang kahit sobrang kaba ko na.
Ang gagong si Kalbo na lang sana! Sumpa ko sa loob‐loob ko na ang nasa isip ko, ang CAFGU na nambugbog at muntik bumaril kay Angkel Mulong na kapatid din ni Nanang at sinundan ni Angkel Ceferinc. Mabait kasi si Angkel Mulong dahil kung manghuhuli siya ng isda sa Calacungan, nag‐iiwan siya ng gustong gusto kong sugpo na sinlaki ng hinlalaki ng paa—at samaral na sinlaki ng palad ni Tatang.
Pero nagulat akopagkarating ni Nanang sa may umpukan, kaagad siyang umiyak ng pasigaw. Inaawat nila dahil sobra ang kanyang pagwawala. Wala akong ibang naintindihan sa mga isinisigaw niya kundiang magkakasunod na “Diyos ko po! Diyos ko po!”
Nanghilakbot ako. Nagtayuan ang mga balahibo ko.
Siguradong hindi si Boying ang nabangga‐‐higanon ang magging asta ni Nanang kung ang kaibigan ko dahil malayong pamangkin na siya ng nanay ko.
E sino? Si Tatang kaya? Pero alam kong hindi, dahil sa mga ganoong oras na malambot pa ang sikat ng araw, katatapos lamang dalhin sa ilog ang kalabaw niya; at hindi dadaan sa national highway dahil naibenta niya ang kaisa‐isang bisikleta niya at ipinambayad sa klinika at sa mga gamot ni Nanang na nakaapak ng bubog noong hinahabol nya ang inahin na kinatay namin noong kaarawan ni Tatang na ginawa nilang araw ng pag‐aalala sa mga kaluluwa ng mga namatay naming mahal sa buhay.
Hindi rin naman ang mga kapatid ko dahil nasa silangan ang elementaryang pinapasukan nila sa Grade Six at Grade One.
Nagtaka ko kung sino dahil ganoon na lamang magwala si Nanang. At para akong nakasagi ng espiritu dahil napakaliwanag sa aking pandinig ang tila nagmula sa ilalim ng lupang pangahoy ni Nanang: “Kapatid ko! Ato! Kapatid ko! Ato!”
Kahit noong nailibing na si Angkel Ato, madalas akong nahihintakutan kung maaalala ko ang malagim na pag iyak ni Nanang.
Mag‐aalas dos nang magparada ang karo ng punenarya sa rough road ng barangay sa harapan ng lote ng mag‐anak nina Nanang na nasa gitna sa pook ng mga Palor. Sotelo ang apelyido ng ama nina Nanang na magmula sa Sto. Domingo, Ilocos Sur, at nakapag asawa ng galing sa angkan ng mga Palor ng Villa.
Halo‐halong mga iyak ang naghatid sa makislap na puting kabaong ni Angkel Ato sa sala ng bahay nila. Subalit mas lumutang na naman ang pagiyak ni Nanang at inawat pa ni Tatang dahil hinihila na ng bakuran nina Angkel Ato, sa ililim ng matandang mangga.
Agad ding pinatabi muna ni Angkel Mulong ang mga nakapalibot sa tatlong mesa na naglalaro ng tong‐its at pusoy dos. Nauna pa nga sila kaysa sa bangkay (Hanggang ngayon pugad ng mga mahihilig maglaro ng baraha ang baryo namin.) “Saka na ‘yan atupagin pag naiayos na!” medyo mabigat ang tenor ng boses ni Angkel Mulong nang di kaagad tumabi ang mga kalalakihang nagsusugal na di ko alam kung taga saan. Di ko noon maintindihan na pagkatapos maiakyat ang kabaong, at pagkatapos makipag‐usap ang mga taga‐punenarya kay Nanang, kaagad din nilang binuksan ang kabaong, tinakpan ng puting kumot saka hinango ang bangkay.
I saw farther down the riverbank that people were lining up to cross the river by stepping on coconut trunks and wooden poles attached from one end to the other. The gaunt shirtless bot who was juggling coins and walking to and fro shouted. “Pesus mu. Deng bisang lumakad papunta Angeles, keni na kayo bang ali la mabasa deng bitis yu. For one peso, take this trail and your feet won't get wet in the river”. I was about to fall in line but i realized that there as a long queue of people already as far as the bend , waiting for their turn to get actions the river.
It would take me forever to get to other side if I fall in line, I thought. I talked to the person behind me. “Malalam ya pu ing daanum. Is the water deep?”
“Tabalu. Bala mu, malalam pin. I don;t know. It’s deep. I guess,” the immediately rejoined. “Lawen me itang tau angga ne keng atyan na. Look at the guy crossing. The water’s up to his tummy,” he said, pointing to the man. It was deep, I contempalted. I didn’t want to take the risk of getting my clothes wet. I was also thinking that perhaps the water that flowed down the river was contaminated because of the volcanic ash and the sulfuric content of the water.
Just the i saw about four barkers holding wooden chairs, inviting people to cross the river on these chairs. They explained that people would be sitting on the chair and thr barkers themselves woul carry the chair to the other side for a fee of ten pesos. Despite the horrible sight before me, I forced a smile I was thinking about how indestructible humans are. These people were still struggling to live even if catastrophes like thypoons and volcanic eruptions had truck. Catastrphes constantly plagued their lives. I felt deep admiration for them. One barker thought my smie was an indication that I wanted to ride in the chair. “Bisa kang sake. Would you like to take a ride?” he asked. I was meaning to say no but I was speechless, still talking everything in. Besides, I wanted to see my family. I noded my head. “Koya, padagdag naku mu keka ne. Kasi lupa kang mabayat. I’ll charge you extra. You look heavy” the barker smiled fully; revealing he had no teeth.
For a moment, i wanted to pull his hair and drown his head in the river. This impertinent one. I thought. He had to subtly insult my chubby body. But I surmised that he meant well. It was not going to be easy carrying me to the other side of the river. I just simply agreed.
I sat on the chair ad put the bag on my lap. The barker clasped an improvised rope seatbelt from one and tp the other. Yeah, like I would experience a terrible accident by forgetting to use this seatbelt, I thought sarcastically.
Just hold the chair’s handles, sir it’s good that you came this early. Potang gatganapun, ali tana makapunta karin uling malalam ne ing danum. Later in the afternoon, we won’t be able to cross because of the deep water,” the barker enthusiastically said. As he started lifting the chair, I felt that i was sliding down. The fabric of my pants was slippery “Saguli, Kala‐kalale. Wait, careful Mananabu ku! I’m falling,” I cried.
The barker halted for a second and adjusted my weight on his arms. I wiggle momentarily and after a while, I instructed him to carry on. He looked at me and then smiled blissfully. First, it was my body weight. Then I sensed that he was mocking me because he thought iI was a sissy. I turned back to the other barkers, and they were all carrying passengers, all of whom were women. One was carrying an older woman with cane. I saw the men and they were braving the river. Oh dear, now all these barkers would regard me as the only man in the Abacan river who did not want to get his feet wet. Why hadn’t I decided early on to just cross the river? Now, I felt guilty that I had to subject this cadaver‐looking barker to such pain and suffering by carrying me, the queen all of my 160 pound royalty for a measly 15 pesos. I shock my head of all this guilt away. Well, too bad, I thought I had the money which you hadn’t, Sorry. Even in ancient times, slaves laboriously carried their obese masters. History repeats itself, I tried to reason out in my thoughts.
When we got to the middle of the river, I closed my eyes, not because I was afraid of the water , but because I was worried that the barker wouldn’t be able to cross it, with me as his burden. The water was already knee‐deep. He wasn’t even wearing any footwear . What if he slid down because he stepped on a rock or a hole under the water?
But he was very much focused. His steps were show but cautious. I wanted to talk to him so that my mind would be distracted from worrying , but i felt that he needed full concentration to get us through. I just held on the hand rest of the chair.
I imagined that poor people have always exhibited their resilience this way. When calamities happen, they are the first ones to suffer the initial blows. Yet, they survive and eventually thrive. They just need to go slow and sure. The rich and the middle class are alienated from this kind of survival strategy. That is why much is lost in them when things go down. But not the poor; they are like fungi. They don’t die. They morph after a catastrophe.
We got to the order end of the river. The barker found a coarse spot where he could put down the chair. He was painting heavily, beads of sweat dripping from his temples. I thanked him and handed a twenty peso bill. He looked grateful and smiled. I was waiting for him to utter an insulting remark so I could give him the sermon of the day. But he didn’t.
“Dacal a salamat pu koya. Thank you . Pantunan mu naku potang bisa nakang mibalik keng sumangid. Hatad daka. Just look for me when you want to cross the river going back. I’ll take you.” He said as he noded his head approvingly, once again showing his toothless mouth “Sige pu, salamat mu rin,” I replied.
There was hardly any roving jeepney at all when I climbed up the gully. Tricycles were waiting at the corner, but I chose not to ride in one. I decided to walk. The house was only about five minutes away anyway.
As I was walking, I thought about what the future would hold for this city I loved. Kapampangans are known to be a proud people. I only wished that they would get past all this soon. I was hoping that I would also see my family complete and in the best of health. My steps got quicker. I started to run.
At the threshold of the house, I saw Mother carrying a bundle of laundry. When she saw me, she smiled and patted my arm. I was puzzled to see her carrying a load. “Where are you going? I just got here. I was so worried about you. Where is ate and her family, are they okay?” I asked. Mother placed the bundle on the table and tightened it. “They’re all okay, thank God. I’m going to Dau to give this to your ate.” “What, are you serious?” I was shocked by Mother’s retort. “The Abacan bridge has collapsed, didn’t you know? How are you going to get to Dau?” “I know that the Abacan bridge is no more,” Mother said pensively. “I’ve been to Dau and back Twice already. There are still barkers that lift chairs down there in the river, aren’t there?” she looked at me. I was aghast to hear this from her. “You mean you want to go down the river? You are not afraid?” “Why should I be afraid?” Mother interrupted. “Only the old ones are afraid to cross the river. I am not that old. Besides, you’re here to keep me company, right? I’ll cook your favorite ginataang kamansi.” I was dumbfounded. Mother was unbelievable. “Hurry up! The river gets deeper in the afternoon,”Mother shouted “Let’s go.”
Pampanga
The eruption of Mount Pinatubo was recorded as the second largest terrestrial eruption of the 20th century, and the largest eruption populated area. Ash fall, which formed a weighty, rain‐drenched snow‐like film, affected almost the entire island of luzon, and even reached the neighboring countries of Malaysia and Vietnam. It was further aggravated because of Typhoon Yunnan, which brought with it heavy rains and strong winds. To the Kampampangans and to the people affected by this tragedy, it would serve as a testament to their irrepressible attribute of rising about their plight and predicament.
I was no longer living in Angeles City when Mt. Pinatubo erupted on June 15, 1991. I was promoted from being a crew member at Pizza Hut Dau to management trainee at Pizza Hut Harrison Plaza in December 1990. After being a service crew member for more than four years and graduating from college in 1989, I had to say goodbye to my hometown where I lived for more than two decades. It was my first time to work in manila. I asked the assistance of Ed Calupitan, a fellow Pizza Hut Dau crew member now based in Manila, to help me find a place to stay. He was living in a two‐bedroom apartment and gladly offered the other room to me.
Weeks before the eruption, I read several news and warnings about Mt. Pinatubo. Frankly, I never knew that there was a volcano in the Zambales mountain range. Nobody among my Kapampangan friends did. I guess we were all clueless about the impending danger this would cause in our lives. Later on Later on, I realized that the summit of the volcano was just forteen kilometers away from the extent of Clark Air Base. I thought that volcanoes were conspicuous mountains and had fierce‐looking summits like Mayon’s and Haicon’s. But this one was deeply hidden among the several mountains called the Cabusilan mountains” of Zambales. How a volcano had managed to hide among the mountains and be covered with a defense forest was something I couldn’t comprehend. If it was bound to erupt, I guess it would be just like a firecracker.
Hell, I thought that if there was a mountain near us which I imagined would erupt anytime, it would be the Arayat, which was located at the heart of Pampanga, with its open mouth and forbidding countenance. Not this obscure mountain whose native inhabitants, the Aetas, never even knew about, I paid no more attention to warnings.
I had only been in Manila for barely six months and was enjoying my new‐found independence. I would sometimes go to Angeles City to see Mother during days off, which usually fell on a weekday,since management people did not have the luxury of the day‐off during weekends because it was the time when more people would go out and eat.Pizza Hut Harizon Plaza was a high volume unit.
That fateful day, after my opening shift, I went to see a film. I t was “Hihintayin Kita sa Langit”, a film adaption of Bronte’s “Withering Heights” directed by Carlitos Siguion Reyna. The film starred erstwhile lovers played by Richard Gomez and Dawn Zulueta. I was feeling all mushy and melodramatic after watching the film when, once outside, I saw parked cars covered with what seemed like a whitish‐gray blanket. And so were the streets. Is it finally showing in Manila? I thought, as I felt some of the particles in my hand and smudge my shirt. When I looked closely and touched them, they were grainy. It was like ash from an ashtray.
Sa kabila ng aking paghingal dahil sa pagod at takot , sabi ko: “Nanang ,ay nabangga! Parang si... Parang si...”
Hindi na nag‐urirat pa si Nanang kung sino ang nabangga. Tumakbong pumunta siya sa kalsada at nakalimutan pang magsuot ng ng tsinelas o kahit man lang sana pinusod ang medyo mahabang nagtitikwasang buhok.
Halos patakbo rin akong sumunod kay Nanang kahit sobrang kaba ko na.
Ang gagong si Kalbo na lang sana! Sumpa ko sa loob‐loob ko na ang nasa isip ko, ang CAFGU na nambugbog at muntik bumaril kay Angkel Mulong na kapatid din ni Nanang at sinundan ni Angkel Ceferinc. Mabait kasi si Angkel Mulong dahil kung manghuhuli siya ng isda sa Calacungan, nag‐iiwan siya ng gustong gusto kong sugpo na sinlaki ng hinlalaki ng paa—at samaral na sinlaki ng palad ni Tatang.
Pero nagulat akopagkarating ni Nanang sa may umpukan, kaagad siyang umiyak ng pasigaw. Inaawat nila dahil sobra ang kanyang pagwawala. Wala akong ibang naintindihan sa mga isinisigaw niya kundiang magkakasunod na “Diyos ko po! Diyos ko po!”
Nanghilakbot ako. Nagtayuan ang mga balahibo ko.
Siguradong hindi si Boying ang nabangga‐‐higanon ang magging asta ni Nanang kung ang kaibigan ko dahil malayong pamangkin na siya ng nanay ko.
E sino? Si Tatang kaya? Pero alam kong hindi, dahil sa mga ganoong oras na malambot pa ang sikat ng araw, katatapos lamang dalhin sa ilog ang kalabaw niya; at hindi dadaan sa national highway dahil naibenta niya ang kaisa‐isang bisikleta niya at ipinambayad sa klinika at sa mga gamot ni Nanang na nakaapak ng bubog noong hinahabol nya ang inahin na kinatay namin noong kaarawan ni Tatang na ginawa nilang araw ng pag‐aalala sa mga kaluluwa ng mga namatay naming mahal sa buhay.
Hindi rin naman ang mga kapatid ko dahil nasa silangan ang elementaryang pinapasukan nila sa Grade Six at Grade One.
Nagtaka ko kung sino dahil ganoon na lamang magwala si Nanang. At para akong nakasagi ng espiritu dahil napakaliwanag sa aking pandinig ang tila nagmula sa ilalim ng lupang pangahoy ni Nanang: “Kapatid ko! Ato! Kapatid ko! Ato!”
Kahit noong nailibing na si Angkel Ato, madalas akong nahihintakutan kung maaalala ko ang malagim na pag iyak ni Nanang.
Mag‐aalas dos nang magparada ang karo ng punenarya sa rough road ng barangay sa harapan ng lote ng mag‐anak nina Nanang na nasa gitna sa pook ng mga Palor. Sotelo ang apelyido ng ama nina Nanang na magmula sa Sto. Domingo, Ilocos Sur, at nakapag asawa ng galing sa angkan ng mga Palor ng Villa.
Halo‐halong mga iyak ang naghatid sa makislap na puting kabaong ni Angkel Ato sa sala ng bahay nila. Subalit mas lumutang na naman ang pagiyak ni Nanang at inawat pa ni Tatang dahil hinihila na ng bakuran nina Angkel Ato, sa ililim ng matandang mangga.
Agad ding pinatabi muna ni Angkel Mulong ang mga nakapalibot sa tatlong mesa na naglalaro ng tong‐its at pusoy dos. Nauna pa nga sila kaysa sa bangkay (Hanggang ngayon pugad ng mga mahihilig maglaro ng baraha ang baryo namin.) “Saka na ‘yan atupagin pag naiayos na!” medyo mabigat ang tenor ng boses ni Angkel Mulong nang di kaagad tumabi ang mga kalalakihang nagsusugal na di ko alam kung taga saan. Di ko noon maintindihan na pagkatapos maiakyat ang kabaong, at pagkatapos makipag‐usap ang mga taga‐punenarya kay Nanang, kaagad din nilang binuksan ang kabaong, tinakpan ng puting kumot saka hinango ang bangkay.
I saw farther down the riverbank that people were lining up to cross the river by stepping on coconut trunks and wooden poles attached from one end to the other. The gaunt shirtless bot who was juggling coins and walking to and fro shouted. “Pesus mu. Deng bisang lumakad papunta Angeles, keni na kayo bang ali la mabasa deng bitis yu. For one peso, take this trail and your feet won't get wet in the river”. I was about to fall in line but i realized that there as a long queue of people already as far as the bend , waiting for their turn to get actions the river.
It would take me forever to get to other side if I fall in line, I thought. I talked to the person behind me. “Malalam ya pu ing daanum. Is the water deep?”
“Tabalu. Bala mu, malalam pin. I don;t know. It’s deep. I guess,” the immediately rejoined. “Lawen me itang tau angga ne keng atyan na. Look at the guy crossing. The water’s up to his tummy,” he said, pointing to the man. It was deep, I contempalted. I didn’t want to take the risk of getting my clothes wet. I was also thinking that perhaps the water that flowed down the river was contaminated because of the volcanic ash and the sulfuric content of the water.
Just the i saw about four barkers holding wooden chairs, inviting people to cross the river on these chairs. They explained that people would be sitting on the chair and thr barkers themselves woul carry the chair to the other side for a fee of ten pesos. Despite the horrible sight before me, I forced a smile I was thinking about how indestructible humans are. These people were still struggling to live even if catastrophes like thypoons and volcanic eruptions had truck. Catastrphes constantly plagued their lives. I felt deep admiration for them. One barker thought my smie was an indication that I wanted to ride in the chair. “Bisa kang sake. Would you like to take a ride?” he asked. I was meaning to say no but I was speechless, still talking everything in. Besides, I wanted to see my family. I noded my head. “Koya, padagdag naku mu keka ne. Kasi lupa kang mabayat. I’ll charge you extra. You look heavy” the barker smiled fully; revealing he had no teeth.
For a moment, i wanted to pull his hair and drown his head in the river. This impertinent one. I thought. He had to subtly insult my chubby body. But I surmised that he meant well. It was not going to be easy carrying me to the other side of the river. I just simply agreed.
I sat on the chair ad put the bag on my lap. The barker clasped an improvised rope seatbelt from one and tp the other. Yeah, like I would experience a terrible accident by forgetting to use this seatbelt, I thought sarcastically.
Just hold the chair’s handles, sir it’s good that you came this early. Potang gatganapun, ali tana makapunta karin uling malalam ne ing danum. Later in the afternoon, we won’t be able to cross because of the deep water,” the barker enthusiastically said. As he started lifting the chair, I felt that i was sliding down. The fabric of my pants was slippery “Saguli, Kala‐kalale. Wait, careful Mananabu ku! I’m falling,” I cried.
The barker halted for a second and adjusted my weight on his arms. I wiggle momentarily and after a while, I instructed him to carry on. He looked at me and then smiled blissfully. First, it was my body weight. Then I sensed that he was mocking me because he thought iI was a sissy. I turned back to the other barkers, and they were all carrying passengers, all of whom were women. One was carrying an older woman with cane. I saw the men and they were braving the river. Oh dear, now all these barkers would regard me as the only man in the Abacan river who did not want to get his feet wet. Why hadn’t I decided early on to just cross the river? Now, I felt guilty that I had to subject this cadaver‐looking barker to such pain and suffering by carrying me, the queen all of my 160 pound royalty for a measly 15 pesos. I shock my head of all this guilt away. Well, too bad, I thought I had the money which you hadn’t, Sorry. Even in ancient times, slaves laboriously carried their obese masters. History repeats itself, I tried to reason out in my thoughts.
When we got to the middle of the river, I closed my eyes, not because I was afraid of the water , but because I was worried that the barker wouldn’t be able to cross it, with me as his burden. The water was already knee‐deep. He wasn’t even wearing any footwear . What if he slid down because he stepped on a rock or a hole under the water?
But he was very much focused. His steps were show but cautious. I wanted to talk to him so that my mind would be distracted from worrying , but i felt that he needed full concentration to get us through. I just held on the hand rest of the chair.
I imagined that poor people have always exhibited their resilience this way. When calamities happen, they are the first ones to suffer the initial blows. Yet, they survive and eventually thrive. They just need to go slow and sure. The rich and the middle class are alienated from this kind of survival strategy. That is why much is lost in them when things go down. But not the poor; they are like fungi. They don’t die. They morph after a catastrophe.
We got to the order end of the river. The barker found a coarse spot where he could put down the chair. He was painting heavily, beads of sweat dripping from his temples. I thanked him and handed a twenty peso bill. He looked grateful and smiled. I was waiting for him to utter an insulting remark so I could give him the sermon of the day. But he didn’t.
“Dacal a salamat pu koya. Thank you . Pantunan mu naku potang bisa nakang mibalik keng sumangid. Hatad daka. Just look for me when you want to cross the river going back. I’ll take you.” He said as he noded his head approvingly, once again showing his toothless mouth “Sige pu, salamat mu rin,” I replied.
There was hardly any roving jeepney at all when I climbed up the gully. Tricycles were waiting at the corner, but I chose not to ride in one. I decided to walk. The house was only about five minutes away anyway.
As I was walking, I thought about what the future would hold for this city I loved. Kapampangans are known to be a proud people. I only wished that they would get past all this soon. I was hoping that I would also see my family complete and in the best of health. My steps got quicker. I started to run.
At the threshold of the house, I saw Mother carrying a bundle of laundry. When she saw me, she smiled and patted my arm. I was puzzled to see her carrying a load. “Where are you going? I just got here. I was so worried about you. Where is ate and her family, are they okay?” I asked. Mother placed the bundle on the table and tightened it. “They’re all okay, thank God. I’m going to Dau to give this to your ate.” “What, are you serious?” I was shocked by Mother’s retort. “The Abacan bridge has collapsed, didn’t you know? How are you going to get to Dau?” “I know that the Abacan bridge is no more,” Mother said pensively. “I’ve been to Dau and back Twice already. There are still barkers that lift chairs down there in the river, aren’t there?” she looked at me. I was aghast to hear this from her. “You mean you want to go down the river? You are not afraid?” “Why should I be afraid?” Mother interrupted. “Only the old ones are afraid to cross the river. I am not that old. Besides, you’re here to keep me company, right? I’ll cook your favorite ginataang kamansi.” I was dumbfounded. Mother was unbelievable. “Hurry up! The river gets deeper in the afternoon,”Mother shouted “Let’s go.”
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