IT warms the heart to hear nice things happening to your home province, warmer still when they happen two years in succession.
I was a 15-year-old fresh high school graduate when I left Masbate more than 40 years ago. To describe the community that I left behind as backward is an understatement.
There was no electricity, land transportation was next to non-existent, and the only access we had to news outside our own little world was through the transistorized radio set that only very few households possessed.
We were so far removed from civilization then that when I arrived in the city, I suffered from some sort of culture shock. I couldn’t cross the street without my sister holding my hand and froze every time I heard a siren wailing. One of my most embarrassing moments was when I tripped inside a movie house (Liza theatre on Pelaez St.) and landed awkwardly two or three steps down because I did not know (and was not told by my companion) that the balcony section had stairs. (more)