My travels to places where there are no paths to follow.
Note: These are my Covid-19 Pandemic Journals, started on 1 March 2020 (offline) and my daily entries summarized every Sunday. They contain my personal observations, opinions and musings, which would otherwise remain buried in the sheer avalanche of news and analysis in these past three months of 2020. These have been trimmed down in some places and expounded in other places so I can post them here for public consumption. This are my entries for 1-7 March, Week 1.
WE FOUGHT BACK, FROM DAY 1 TO DAY 4,904. Sorry if this sounds too blunt and insensitive, but when I’m asked about my worst memories of martial law—the raids and arrests, the salvage and massacre cases, the anguish of people looking for their missing loved ones, the torture and trauma, etc.—I tend to push them down into the background, into the subconscious.
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I’m trying to master this difficult skill, in many of my Facebook posts and comments, of achieving a fine mix–an exquisitely balanced blend if you will–of sincerity and sarcasm. With a dash of childish humor to camouflage the deadly mix.
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