Back at home, back in Philippines.
Yesterday walking in Manila intramuros in the middle of wedding receptions, cracking hose carriages, dilapidated walls, gloomy Christian figures in the dark corridors. We were staying in the impersonal high-rise hotel on the Roxas, Bayview, yes it was from the sixth floor window, but we slept surprisingly long in the room with darkened windows, Venla turning around in the homemade nest on the floor. Now waiting at the airport, enough coming and going, glad soon to be in the house, stirring the air that has been waiting for us.
