Brief summary of the first volunteer work in the Philippines efectu'e:
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Saturday, September 29, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
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Once again I find myself facing the sea, sitting on the balcony floor of my father. A lot has happened this past weekend. And again I feel what I have forgotten: that feeling confused, that feeling of anesthesia. I know I've lived through, and many for the few days I was absent. But I can not feel them, it's hard to find. Escape me. Why? That fear is there?
On Tuesday (September 18) called me from the office of Gawad Kalinga. I proposed to form part of a project that would last 5 days. The goal of the 15 teams of about 10 members was completed houses that were built in Alabat Island, in the province of Quezon. Would be the first time I went to Manila. And feared. I was afraid, that fear that stupidretained to experience new things. My first reaction was to deny me because I had no idea how I would be staying in Manila and that was at least the security of feeling comfortable as I had felt the previous day. I was surprised to realize that I was able to think about the possibility of resigning. I was doing then this weekend? Stay at home? Visit Manila a little Henner? I came with the idea to work, to do new things. Of concerted the Philippines. Gawad Kalinga offered me that. And I lived in Quezon Province was exactly what I was looking for.
On Wednesday afternoon, nervous, leave home with a backpack. Under the lift, but decided to go up again to make sure I have not been forgottenand warns that it is time to leave. Bai is a remarkable woman. Muslim, Mindanao, south of the country, where the great conflict between Christians and Muslims. Has lots of character, young and brave to have come alone to Manila to escape the marriage her parents arranged a few years ago. Zeus joins the group, also of Los Angeles but of Filipino descent. The van takes us to the bus station. We do not know but the atmosphere predicts good atmosphere.
6 hours later, our feet tread Lucena. Gawad Kalinga coordinator welcomes us and takes her home where we spend a night. Unbelievable. For the first time in my life I get into a Filipino home. The first thing I thought when I heard that it was quand Mme Blank told me, my teacher of German in Frankfurt: "One only knows the culture of a country to get into the house of a native." I saw that statement. The lock was a nail bath, the shower represent buckets full of water and the images and statues of Jesus Christ and the Virgin Mary flooded the entire house. "God Protects Our Home" here, "May the Lord bless you" over there.
Bai, Beth, Dianne and I settled into our room. Austin and Zeus in his. It's dinnertime. Go privilege, not only allow me to visit the house, but to drown in their culture but I will give food to which they are accustomed. Rice and rice dessert start to finish. In between breaded chicken, coconut bread, fried fish with vinegar andsea snails. Taste, curious, different and good. The next day, breakfast consists of rice, egg, chicken and mango jam. We charge of enegria and took another bus to Atimonan where we expect a ferry that takes us to the island of Alabat. Another member of the NGO receives and shows us his house. It seems that this home has years of experience as hospital. The food feels more like a feast, with tropical fruit and plenty of variety. We fill the belly and no dinner.
In the afternoon we have the people to build Gawad Kalinga, the house where we have to finish. But before we get to work is at snack time. How? But if you've eaten recently! Bai says that yes, it is time to "meryenda." Thedo the other groups involved in this "challenge" coming from different parts of the province of Quezon. We get to work every long pauses. The atmosphere created by volunteers and beneficiaries is very healthy. As materials are not for everyone, some see as other people work, others visit other groups, others take photos, participate in organized games. And others are going to eat breakfast, mierienda morning, lunch, afternoon snack or dinner if you are in town. I had the opportunity to taste new flavors as it is rice pudding, head of shrimp eggs, shrimp, onion paste with coconut and sugar, boiled papaya, ginger soup, ... And so was born a new challenge to prove us. Austin commented having tried "Belur, religion, alcohol, trust, photos and more.
as we passed the hours building and forming a community, children approached us slowly. We dared increasingly take their pictures and how they could teach the course in the chamber, began to ask for more. More and more. Therefore we had to tell you that the camera needed to rest. I could not believe that. I in Frankfurt I had done so many illusions of being able to take photos of people, pictures of exotic expressions, I never imagined that was going to have to force me to stop taking them. Never crossed my mind that they would insist on shooting and not the photographer.
And so went the other day. Increasingly integrated with aq
On Tuesday (September 18) called me from the office of Gawad Kalinga. I proposed to form part of a project that would last 5 days. The goal of the 15 teams of about 10 members was completed houses that were built in Alabat Island, in the province of Quezon. Would be the first time I went to Manila. And feared. I was afraid, that fear that stupidretained to experience new things. My first reaction was to deny me because I had no idea how I would be staying in Manila and that was at least the security of feeling comfortable as I had felt the previous day. I was surprised to realize that I was able to think about the possibility of resigning. I was doing then this weekend? Stay at home? Visit Manila a little Henner? I came with the idea to work, to do new things. Of concerted the Philippines. Gawad Kalinga offered me that. And I lived in Quezon Province was exactly what I was looking for.
On Wednesday afternoon, nervous, leave home with a backpack. Under the lift, but decided to go up again to make sure I have not been forgottenand warns that it is time to leave. Bai is a remarkable woman. Muslim, Mindanao, south of the country, where the great conflict between Christians and Muslims. Has lots of character, young and brave to have come alone to Manila to escape the marriage her parents arranged a few years ago. Zeus joins the group, also of Los Angeles but of Filipino descent. The van takes us to the bus station. We do not know but the atmosphere predicts good atmosphere.
6 hours later, our feet tread Lucena. Gawad Kalinga coordinator welcomes us and takes her home where we spend a night. Unbelievable. For the first time in my life I get into a Filipino home. The first thing I thought when I heard that it was quand Mme Blank told me, my teacher of German in Frankfurt: "One only knows the culture of a country to get into the house of a native." I saw that statement. The lock was a nail bath, the shower represent buckets full of water and the images and statues of Jesus Christ and the Virgin Mary flooded the entire house. "God Protects Our Home" here, "May the Lord bless you" over there.
Bai, Beth, Dianne and I settled into our room. Austin and Zeus in his. It's dinnertime. Go privilege, not only allow me to visit the house, but to drown in their culture but I will give food to which they are accustomed. Rice and rice dessert start to finish. In between breaded chicken, coconut bread, fried fish with vinegar andsea snails. Taste, curious, different and good. The next day, breakfast consists of rice, egg, chicken and mango jam. We charge of enegria and took another bus to Atimonan where we expect a ferry that takes us to the island of Alabat. Another member of the NGO receives and shows us his house. It seems that this home has years of experience as hospital. The food feels more like a feast, with tropical fruit and plenty of variety. We fill the belly and no dinner.
In the afternoon we have the people to build Gawad Kalinga, the house where we have to finish. But before we get to work is at snack time. How? But if you've eaten recently! Bai says that yes, it is time to "meryenda." Thedo the other groups involved in this "challenge" coming from different parts of the province of Quezon. We get to work every long pauses. The atmosphere created by volunteers and beneficiaries is very healthy. As materials are not for everyone, some see as other people work, others visit other groups, others take photos, participate in organized games. And others are going to eat breakfast, mierienda morning, lunch, afternoon snack or dinner if you are in town. I had the opportunity to taste new flavors as it is rice pudding, head of shrimp eggs, shrimp, onion paste with coconut and sugar, boiled papaya, ginger soup, ... And so was born a new challenge to prove us. Austin commented having tried "Belur, religion, alcohol, trust, photos and more.
as we passed the hours building and forming a community, children approached us slowly. We dared increasingly take their pictures and how they could teach the course in the chamber, began to ask for more. More and more. Therefore we had to tell you that the camera needed to rest. I could not believe that. I in Frankfurt I had done so many illusions of being able to take photos of people, pictures of exotic expressions, I never imagined that was going to have to force me to stop taking them. Never crossed my mind that they would insist on shooting and not the photographer.
And so went the other day. Increasingly integrated with aq
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nt of my free labor. Monday I woke up at 8 and a half in the morning.
"Guten Morgen Henner"
"Guten Morgen. Ich gehe jetzt arbeiten, um 10 Vergiss nicht ein Taxi zu nehmen "I answer my father with agovio.
At 10 am in MH del Pilar str. A guard helps me get a taxi that brings me to the Manila Hotel. Jun, GK conductor picks me up and carried me BASEC, a community built by GK. We came to this camp and June teaches me how families live. For the first time in my life I feel that those whites visiting a refugee camp in Africa feel. Or something similar. School children greet me in unison.
"Guuud mornin, how aar youuu?"
And I, with no other option, Smile as they wait to do knowing that they know that I know I feel a little forced. Before entering a house, Jun tells them quickly in Tagalog, convinced that I do not understand any word and wrong because I understand what it means to "junk", "formal" and "visit" (shared with English words) to do everything possible , to improvise to give the best picture. The incomodez seizes me. I feel that they feel a kind of inferiority to me. Feeling utterly absurd and, luckily understand that it is false when it comes time to eat. June brings me to the community office, where he managed all need. There I presented the architect, secretary, accountant, teacher and others between 28 and 65. At first Iwonderful just as they do to see a European. The first thing you make of me: "Oh, you ar Biutiful!" Is to take pictures with me. Well, why not?
The room is very small (about 20 square meters). I join the table where the roles switched. No longer I who question the operation of the community, but they who want to know about me, Spain and Germany.
"What is your name?"
"Julia, from Germany" answers in June without giving me an alternative or option to invent any other identity.
"Ohh like Julia Roberts?"
"That Will Be easy to keep in mind!"
When enecima once again for the course of my life, people in and out of the sr home, to give disgust. Do not feel bad, but I do not like consistency and I swallow it without chewing much. Luckily I had not done much. My image is saved and is no longer in any danger, the companions are proud to have a visitor who likes both the Philippines.
When the end of my visit, Tito Tito (Uncle Tito) leads me to the official office of GK on the other side of Manila. Jaja, a Teamleader tells me that on Wednesday a group of volunteers will leave for Quezon to build houses and will return on Sunday. As I still am not part of any project and as yet not clear in that sector takes part, Jaja advised me to go to Quezon to experience what it is built. Okay, one more experience that he should notover there, Burger King, Pizza Hut, Pollo Campero, Popeyes. In fact we forgot we were here.
"Dear shoppers, we wish you an enjoyable shopping" communicated the speakers.
Then they called the attention of all fireworks looks. The center was paralyzed for viewing. God, I'm in Honduras! But in Honduras more modern and less dangerous.
Most curious of all this esque, against our will, we left the center later and no shopping bag in hand.
a very strange world, familiar.
"Guten Morgen Henner"
"Guten Morgen. Ich gehe jetzt arbeiten, um 10 Vergiss nicht ein Taxi zu nehmen "I answer my father with agovio.
At 10 am in MH del Pilar str. A guard helps me get a taxi that brings me to the Manila Hotel. Jun, GK conductor picks me up and carried me BASEC, a community built by GK. We came to this camp and June teaches me how families live. For the first time in my life I feel that those whites visiting a refugee camp in Africa feel. Or something similar. School children greet me in unison.
"Guuud mornin, how aar youuu?"
And I, with no other option, Smile as they wait to do knowing that they know that I know I feel a little forced. Before entering a house, Jun tells them quickly in Tagalog, convinced that I do not understand any word and wrong because I understand what it means to "junk", "formal" and "visit" (shared with English words) to do everything possible , to improvise to give the best picture. The incomodez seizes me. I feel that they feel a kind of inferiority to me. Feeling utterly absurd and, luckily understand that it is false when it comes time to eat. June brings me to the community office, where he managed all need. There I presented the architect, secretary, accountant, teacher and others between 28 and 65. At first Iwonderful just as they do to see a European. The first thing you make of me: "Oh, you ar Biutiful!" Is to take pictures with me. Well, why not?
The room is very small (about 20 square meters). I join the table where the roles switched. No longer I who question the operation of the community, but they who want to know about me, Spain and Germany.
"What is your name?"
"Julia, from Germany" answers in June without giving me an alternative or option to invent any other identity.
"Ohh like Julia Roberts?"
"That Will Be easy to keep in mind!"
When enecima once again for the course of my life, people in and out of the sr home, to give disgust. Do not feel bad, but I do not like consistency and I swallow it without chewing much. Luckily I had not done much. My image is saved and is no longer in any danger, the companions are proud to have a visitor who likes both the Philippines.
When the end of my visit, Tito Tito (Uncle Tito) leads me to the official office of GK on the other side of Manila. Jaja, a Teamleader tells me that on Wednesday a group of volunteers will leave for Quezon to build houses and will return on Sunday. As I still am not part of any project and as yet not clear in that sector takes part, Jaja advised me to go to Quezon to experience what it is built. Okay, one more experience that he should notover there, Burger King, Pizza Hut, Pollo Campero, Popeyes. In fact we forgot we were here.
"Dear shoppers, we wish you an enjoyable shopping" communicated the speakers.
Then they called the attention of all fireworks looks. The center was paralyzed for viewing. God, I'm in Honduras! But in Honduras more modern and less dangerous.
Most curious of all this esque, against our will, we left the center later and no shopping bag in hand.
a very strange world, familiar.
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The elevator lifts us to the ground Henner and my n. 15. It opens the doors of the elevator and still not see the difference between this and a luxury hotel. Pulling the right side, right is a door whose lock the keys match in hand leads Henner. I count things, open this door and the words cut me. The first thing that distinguished achievement is the sea. The sea and the curtains that let in the breeze model.
"Hier, das ist dein Zimmer" he says Henner.
I have at disposal a private room. I put the suitcase down and prepare myself to watch it. This time, the first thing that distinction are the buildings in Manila and a 30-story towers.
"Mein Gott, Henner! Was fuer ein Blick!
Sinjars the time to transform words he had to spend on message understanding, my father presented me my bath.
"Was? Das ich nur Benutzer? Let him understand. Go
privilege.
psychologically Even without having landed, we headed to the mall (mall) near you. The driver of the GTZ leads to the Robinson's as if we were kings and not complain to know that you have to wait to finish with our purchase. After a while in the Robinson's Supermarket, the driver leaves me in the apartment and Henner takes to the office and they are barely 4 in the afternoon.
Okay. I have now time to get to the Philippines as it should. I have time to make me the idea that resveryone sets his eyes on me. Draw much attention. You can not change my Western air, to live with it, which does not allow me to feel comfortable to shoot, for example.
The next day I dedicate to explore the tower. I climb to the top floor (n.29) and discover a terrace. Well. A photography studio located. Under the floor n.8 and I imagine as a movie actor, seeking something in a five star hotel. I am surrounded by a bar exclusively for residents. And the pool? Ah, floor n. 7. Salgo and the environment will not let me leave the movie: a majestic pool with sauna, gym and an ugly American, old and fat bathing. I establish conversation with him. Reflects a healthy image, innocent, correct. Leaving the acutework.
is coming for dinner. We left the NGOs and met with Paul, a friend of my father, Seville. I get the point of view you have of life. One more to allow comparison with others. There are many different lives! What to drink? Let's see if I can create my own shirt sewing pieces of fabric of different pants. Henner
for a taxi. We went up and as it's Friday night we decided to spend some time in Havanna Cafe. There is live music, mojitos and ask us Henner starts dancing. An overwhelming desire to follow in the steps is developed in me. But I? Dancing with Henner? Is a relative, please! So I get to see people dance and see for the first time in my life something I thought Inexia
"Hier, das ist dein Zimmer" he says Henner.
I have at disposal a private room. I put the suitcase down and prepare myself to watch it. This time, the first thing that distinction are the buildings in Manila and a 30-story towers.
"Mein Gott, Henner! Was fuer ein Blick!
Sinjars the time to transform words he had to spend on message understanding, my father presented me my bath.
"Was? Das ich nur Benutzer? Let him understand. Go
privilege.
psychologically Even without having landed, we headed to the mall (mall) near you. The driver of the GTZ leads to the Robinson's as if we were kings and not complain to know that you have to wait to finish with our purchase. After a while in the Robinson's Supermarket, the driver leaves me in the apartment and Henner takes to the office and they are barely 4 in the afternoon.
Okay. I have now time to get to the Philippines as it should. I have time to make me the idea that resveryone sets his eyes on me. Draw much attention. You can not change my Western air, to live with it, which does not allow me to feel comfortable to shoot, for example.
The next day I dedicate to explore the tower. I climb to the top floor (n.29) and discover a terrace. Well. A photography studio located. Under the floor n.8 and I imagine as a movie actor, seeking something in a five star hotel. I am surrounded by a bar exclusively for residents. And the pool? Ah, floor n. 7. Salgo and the environment will not let me leave the movie: a majestic pool with sauna, gym and an ugly American, old and fat bathing. I establish conversation with him. Reflects a healthy image, innocent, correct. Leaving the acutework.
is coming for dinner. We left the NGOs and met with Paul, a friend of my father, Seville. I get the point of view you have of life. One more to allow comparison with others. There are many different lives! What to drink? Let's see if I can create my own shirt sewing pieces of fabric of different pants. Henner
for a taxi. We went up and as it's Friday night we decided to spend some time in Havanna Cafe. There is live music, mojitos and ask us Henner starts dancing. An overwhelming desire to follow in the steps is developed in me. But I? Dancing with Henner? Is a relative, please! So I get to see people dance and see for the first time in my life something I thought Inexia
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After a few short days in Frankfurt long enough to make me empty my bag and fourth (feathering of the house), Konrad and my mother accompanied me to the airport.
"Where does the check-in with Gulf Air?" Asked my mother. Konrad was on a sure path itself. My mother knew that.
"For there is Konrad, mama!"
"Kooonrad, here you go places where the outputs have to pull on this side!"
"Oh Carmen, it is logical that Gulf Air has its check-in here." I completely understood
we approach the 3 to the control gate, where you have to go carefully, unexpectedly. I felt as I did not realize that I felt things inside me. On one side the fact that lye goyears, to do what I wanted so much allowed me to realize what would happen in the next hours, days. All feelings are choking each other and did not permit all I could decipher the significance of that moment of parting. We
traditional, kiss, hug, share tears (less Konrad that will surely stand them). And as always, what is stored inside just when the time came that express the expressible be left. Why will this happen? Because the desire to be with people you just lay off comes when you fired and you can not turn back? Understandable and clear that is life.
As I do, my expectations of how I was going to behave from here to afew hours later. She was convinced that was going to mourn bitterly for the pleasure to mourn, to which both enjoy. But it was not so. I had time to settle in the waiting room to draw tears and wet cheeks. I boarded the plane, find my place and stayed there, waiting for calm to concentrate and be filled with sorrow.
But that quiet did not accompany me. Martin, a Czech, 29, sat next to me and to be both sociable something we started talking. Talk, talk about during the 5 hour flight to Bahrain. I had my new sensations, the fear is of having to travel so far and told me something very nice, "Julia, the sun is the same all over the world, the moon too." Quite comforting for the brevity is the phrasee.
Upon landing the carrying out of a little increase in my being. She still did not believe it because, besides, the trip had made me so very short conversation. Am I in the Middle East? How close the exotic? So is this achievable?
The doors opened and we were almost the last to leave. The contact with the desert wind that really gave me was where it was. We passed through customs and saw for the first time in my life as an Arab is always imagined, wearing his white robe reaching to the ground and their "veil" subjected to a "turban" black. Like the men on the pictures of Dubai. This is incredible, much dose! In the airport were Indian, Chinese, Arabs ... The few were the ones who are most of the West. And the contraste in places like never absent. Strapless shirts blondes passing and almost rub women dressed entirely in black. Some fabrics that cover more than a burka because rejita not have, that when talking to a man's face lift, whose conversations are not aprofundizan with his eyes.
I walk through the duty-free when suddenly I hear someone calling me. Martin will come up and say:
"What would you do if I told you are addressing your flight?"
"Then I would go quickly to the door," I answered. Check and
was true, the display read: \u0026lt;Flight Nr: GF 3547 to: Manila boarding>
Sali running, I got into the waiting room and we had me and the hundred pico Filipinos waiting for about 1 hour. Until the end, we shot the plane.
When viewing my seat, I see that there is already next to someone. A filipino, what a surprise! I have decided to establish a coversacion. Is a worker working in Bahrain and want to know where I live in Manila. The desire to talk to me leave and I get to see 'Mr. Bean's holidays' in the common screen. No TV and in particular the flight from Frankfurt to Bahrain. There is less room and less comfort. Flight attendants are less sympathetic and 1 bath all 3 available does not work. Wow. And more to the longest flight (9 hours). Mr. Bean manages to entertain me and the other Filipino and Indian films caught my eye too. And so to spend time and do not seem to getxistio.
arrived late, the case does not appear. 3 / 4 of an hour after he decided to come forward. We left her and I in search of Henner, not seen on any side. My heart beats fast and all kinds of thoughts reach my head. You have forgotten that arrived today? Will be gone for long wait? Henne will not in Manila? I'll be wrong city? I do now alone in the Philippines? As in the movie spoke to me and ordered me to calm down internally to reason well, think. Change money and call the mobile from my father. No answer. I call again. No answer. Call hold back hopes. No answer. The method of the films no longer works. I get to mourn? But we managed that? No, not mourn. I go out, meetNTER English. I speak to? No. .. I approached the cabin again. Marco.
"Hallo?"
"Henne! Wo bist du?"
"Tja, ich warte auf dich, Julia!"
turns out that the place where travelers are greeted outside the airport is located. Must pass a tunnel to get there. Porfin arrived and I see my father, as usual, with more gray hair and a little thinner. With a smile on the face whose size does not remember having seen before. My heart begins to beat again in a different way, so nice. We hugged and did not perform our moment, as a welcome bit porous skin can not absorb. I'm with Henner already in Manila?
The driver comes with the car. Driver? Yes. Here is our moneyluxury. But there is coexistence. A neighborhood with extreme contrasts where rich and poor but cross the street. We arrive at Baywatch Tower. Vijilante opens a clear glass door. We are in a luxury hotel? No. You'll be treated over the next few months. Interesting.
"Where does the check-in with Gulf Air?" Asked my mother. Konrad was on a sure path itself. My mother knew that.
"For there is Konrad, mama!"
"Kooonrad, here you go places where the outputs have to pull on this side!"
"Oh Carmen, it is logical that Gulf Air has its check-in here." I completely understood
we approach the 3 to the control gate, where you have to go carefully, unexpectedly. I felt as I did not realize that I felt things inside me. On one side the fact that lye goyears, to do what I wanted so much allowed me to realize what would happen in the next hours, days. All feelings are choking each other and did not permit all I could decipher the significance of that moment of parting. We
traditional, kiss, hug, share tears (less Konrad that will surely stand them). And as always, what is stored inside just when the time came that express the expressible be left. Why will this happen? Because the desire to be with people you just lay off comes when you fired and you can not turn back? Understandable and clear that is life.
As I do, my expectations of how I was going to behave from here to afew hours later. She was convinced that was going to mourn bitterly for the pleasure to mourn, to which both enjoy. But it was not so. I had time to settle in the waiting room to draw tears and wet cheeks. I boarded the plane, find my place and stayed there, waiting for calm to concentrate and be filled with sorrow.
But that quiet did not accompany me. Martin, a Czech, 29, sat next to me and to be both sociable something we started talking. Talk, talk about during the 5 hour flight to Bahrain. I had my new sensations, the fear is of having to travel so far and told me something very nice, "Julia, the sun is the same all over the world, the moon too." Quite comforting for the brevity is the phrasee.
Upon landing the carrying out of a little increase in my being. She still did not believe it because, besides, the trip had made me so very short conversation. Am I in the Middle East? How close the exotic? So is this achievable?
The doors opened and we were almost the last to leave. The contact with the desert wind that really gave me was where it was. We passed through customs and saw for the first time in my life as an Arab is always imagined, wearing his white robe reaching to the ground and their "veil" subjected to a "turban" black. Like the men on the pictures of Dubai. This is incredible, much dose! In the airport were Indian, Chinese, Arabs ... The few were the ones who are most of the West. And the contraste in places like never absent. Strapless shirts blondes passing and almost rub women dressed entirely in black. Some fabrics that cover more than a burka because rejita not have, that when talking to a man's face lift, whose conversations are not aprofundizan with his eyes.
I walk through the duty-free when suddenly I hear someone calling me. Martin will come up and say:
"What would you do if I told you are addressing your flight?"
"Then I would go quickly to the door," I answered. Check and
was true, the display read: \u0026lt;Flight Nr: GF 3547 to: Manila boarding>
Sali running, I got into the waiting room and we had me and the hundred pico Filipinos waiting for about 1 hour. Until the end, we shot the plane.
When viewing my seat, I see that there is already next to someone. A filipino, what a surprise! I have decided to establish a coversacion. Is a worker working in Bahrain and want to know where I live in Manila. The desire to talk to me leave and I get to see 'Mr. Bean's holidays' in the common screen. No TV and in particular the flight from Frankfurt to Bahrain. There is less room and less comfort. Flight attendants are less sympathetic and 1 bath all 3 available does not work. Wow. And more to the longest flight (9 hours). Mr. Bean manages to entertain me and the other Filipino and Indian films caught my eye too. And so to spend time and do not seem to getxistio.
arrived late, the case does not appear. 3 / 4 of an hour after he decided to come forward. We left her and I in search of Henner, not seen on any side. My heart beats fast and all kinds of thoughts reach my head. You have forgotten that arrived today? Will be gone for long wait? Henne will not in Manila? I'll be wrong city? I do now alone in the Philippines? As in the movie spoke to me and ordered me to calm down internally to reason well, think. Change money and call the mobile from my father. No answer. I call again. No answer. Call hold back hopes. No answer. The method of the films no longer works. I get to mourn? But we managed that? No, not mourn. I go out, meetNTER English. I speak to? No. .. I approached the cabin again. Marco.
"Hallo?"
"Henne! Wo bist du?"
"Tja, ich warte auf dich, Julia!"
turns out that the place where travelers are greeted outside the airport is located. Must pass a tunnel to get there. Porfin arrived and I see my father, as usual, with more gray hair and a little thinner. With a smile on the face whose size does not remember having seen before. My heart begins to beat again in a different way, so nice. We hugged and did not perform our moment, as a welcome bit porous skin can not absorb. I'm with Henner already in Manila?
The driver comes with the car. Driver? Yes. Here is our moneyluxury. But there is coexistence. A neighborhood with extreme contrasts where rich and poor but cross the street. We arrive at Baywatch Tower. Vijilante opens a clear glass door. We are in a luxury hotel? No. You'll be treated over the next few months. Interesting.
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