The sky was overcast, the air was chilly and made colder by sudden bursts of misty showers. I started from where I turned back last weekend, at the junction of Aslum and Old Road, Sagkahan. This was the first time I’ve come to this place, not knowing what to expect except that this place was flattened by the storm surge.
There’s really not much left of this place. Some people have not yet gotten over their losses, and probably won’t for the rest of their lives.
This used to be a busy crowded marketplace.
Despite everything that happened, kids will always find ways to filter tragic episodes in their lives. They know they’ve lost family members – a brother or a sister, a father or a mother, or both, or maybe all, but that morning they were gleefully singing a Christmas song.
… except for this little girl.
This is the kind of therapy everybody should have.
A broken section of the road at Payapay, San Jose. The first thing that came to my mind when I first came to this place is that nature is taking back what is rightfully hers. The beaches are back to their pristine beauty – no man made structure was left standing. For the residents of this community, life has become more difficult.
By the looks of things, there seems to be no other choice but to adapt.