the proprietor, a Christian, whispered into Alberto’s ear.
they were eating supper in an out-of-town family carinderia
the proprietor, a Christian, whispered into Alberto’s ear
they were eating supper in an out-of-town family carinderia
The surveyors waited for hours in the carinderia for the Moros to leave, but the Moros did not go away
The surveyors waited for hours in the carinderia for the Moros to leave, but the Moros did not go away
The Moros burnt down the electric depot,Ever since then, we have not played the phonograph.
The phonograph gave us beautiful music before,that;s why my carennderia is always full of people.
then what happened?
The Moros had squatted along the road, waiting to ambush them, till a little before dawn.
“You pick the men you wish to work with you. From four to six men, those that you already worked with in Pulanggi.”
“Here,”
“I would like to have Toti, Ramon … “
“Yes, engineer,”
“You son of a mother whore!”
“What are you doing?”
“Ha ha ha,” Teng laughed, jumping up and down by the well, and clapping both hands against his flanks. “Look at his face, hoy! As if it’s a huge ripe tomato from Capanduan.”
“Do you not know?” said the laborer-driver, Teng. “You have to put the chlorine tablet first in the water … ha ha ha, wait for three minutes or so for it to dissolve and purify the water, and then drink your water. Ha ha ha ha ha ha.”
“You are really gago, a fool!”
“Yes, yes, yes. We’re not superstitious.”
“You may stay in my old hut if you do not believe in the evil spirits.
“I own this deserted hut, but I am sick in the stomach and now I live there in that new hut.”