i was scouring the web in search for shemaghs, what are the colors, where to buy and how much it would cost. i told my sister she'll find one possibly somewhere in Quiapo, a haven for almost all eccentric finds. my sister is crazy over shemaghs, turban, arab scarf or whatever you call it. anyways, after scouring online, i was led to one familiar location, QUIAPO.
i was born in Quiapo although i don't have very vivid memories of the place except for the church. Quiapo used to be clean when i was growing up although over time it became a wasteland of just about anything and everything under the sun from abortifacients, amulets, mosquito net, blanket, baskets and what have you. i was glad to see that Quiapo has evolved and the streets were pretty clean now compared before.
My family left Quiapo one Easter morning of 1987 after the historical Coup d' Etat (EDSA 1 a.k.a "People Power"). We lived not so distant from Malacañang or the Presidential house so imagine how scary it was to see men in uniform carrying armalites. If it was peaceful in Manila back then, my family wouldn't have left. Well, history is far more complex than what we see in Google. a thought to ponder. auf Wiedersehen.
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