We marched into perhaps one of the most remote areas inside the U.P. Diliman campus only to find ourselves amazed that there can be a little piece of the province found even in a busy and dingy area of Metro Manila. But the nostalgia was short-lived. It was replaced by the moment we saw for ourselves the squalid living conditions of the families in Pook Libis. To be honest, I have seen worse in my little town of Cainta but the pity and sadness for the teenagers had overridden any amount of relief I felt at the sight of cemented (albeit narrow) streets and
Our group handler, Allen Metrio warned us about this. He reminded us time and again to brace ourselves for a sordid accounting of the an actual workers' plight but in the company of our two interviewees, none came. Ate Periwinkle, my "buddy" for the assignment and I surveyed the streets whilst carefully assessing every nook and cranny of every house, every street, looking for someone who can give us his time. He came in the form of a shirtless man wandering the streets
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