today, we commemorate the 25th anniversary of the monumental EDSA revolution/coup d' etat.t'was 1986, i was six then and although i wasn't truly aware what on earth is happening, i knew one thing for sure, something is inexplicably wrong. we still live in manila back then, walking distance from the presidential abode, the malacañang. my memory is still lucid as i can still recall those chaotic days, the noise from the helicopters, the tear gas, people were out on the street.
the windows are shut as we have our lunch. my mom kept her calm and drenched all those little towels she could find to cover our face so we do not inhale the tear gas. days passed and seeing men in military uniform outside our compound turned into a typical sight. my dad asked his friend who resides in antipolo back then if we could crash for while whilst waiting for the situation in manila to cool down. i don't remember packing because we might've left manila before sun rise. i don't remember neither if it took us weeks or months in antipolo but when we went back to manila it was easter and it was already peaceful. little did i know, leaving manila would be for good. we boarded this big truck which carried all our stuff and never went back.
my family lived in antipolo for twenty years since after the edsa revolt.
i once got obsessed reading about martial law and how the edsa revolt came about. my mom kept clippings from old newspapers for us to read someday because no one can just travel back in time to know what really happened. twenty friggin years of tyranny is like having no air to breathe. many people died and disappeared. i hope this never happens again in my lifetime.“The secret of happiness is freedom. The secret of freedom is courage.”
~ Thucydides
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