… the only real respect we could pay was to keep an honorable distance. We would not redirect attention to ourselves by saying “we were almost among them.” That would’ve been selfish and crass. After six weeks in Japan, we had learned enough of Bushido to bestow upon them the camaraderie of silence.
The house I was born in, the house I grew up in, turned 49 today. It’s two years my senior, which tells you how old I am. My parents hail from Sampaloc, Manila. That was a pretty decent area in their day, but by the mid-1960s it had become too rough-and-tumble and risky for a