March 4
Good morning, rooster!
Coffee, bread, and sausage for breakfast. Read the papers and chatted with Lito. He’s younger than me and has three kids. My mom casually inserts that fact into a later conversation. Uncle Teddy came by after his morning tennis workout. Drinking coffee, we chatted about his life. He started out in accounting but didn’t really like it so switched to law. After he passed the bar, he worked as a prosecutor (or was it public defender?) and eventually became a judge. His first assignment was in the Philippine equivalent of small claims court but he soon got promoted to regional judge, which is what he works as now.
I asked uncle if it was true that there were still active communists in the Philippines. He says, yes, there are. I asked him why tourists don’t get bothered by the NPA (new peoples army). And he says that there is an understanding that foreigners are to be left alone.
Uncle Teddy then relates a story to me about a recent run-in he had with the communists.
There was a land dispute between the NPA and a landowner. The mayor, some other officials, and my uncle were notified that if they do not side with the NPA, they will be targets. And, in fact, everybody on that list were eventually assassinated. My uncle, next on the list, nervously set up a meeting with the regional leaders of the NPA.
At that meeting, the leader asks my uncle, “Do you understand that there is a second government whose laws apply here?”
“But I am here to uphold the laws of the republic,” replied uncle.
Two hours of talk (or, as uncle would say, communist rhetoric) proceeded. At one point, Uncle Teddy points to the leader’s number two man, “Your brother and I are very good friends. He is working in another district in Manila.”
That comment might have saved his life because everyone realized how inter-related everyone was. After more discussion, everybody came to the understanding that if the two sides in a case can come to an independent and outside compromise, my uncle will accept the two attorneys’ compromise. But if a compromise cannot be reached, then Philippine law will be enforced. This understanding was good enough for the NPA leaders and they allowed Uncle Teddy to leave.
Actually, my uncle did not leave fully unscathed. Prior to letting him leave, the commies made him eat balut.
Uncle Teddy had to leave for work. About a half hour later, the shih tzu, Armani, escaped from the house. Shih Tzus are so stubborn and independent. This makes them a pain in the ass to catch. The maid and I ran out into the street and did our best to corral him. Luckily the street is not a busy street as I was so worried that a car would run that dog over. The maid and I channelled our inner Rocky Balboa (circa Rocky II) and redirected the chicken…err..shih tzu back into the house. Tragedy averted.
In the afternoon, took the 45-minute flight to Kalibo. Met cousin Chuckie and Tito Frankie and Tita Neneng and Lola Neyang. Rode in a van and 90 minutes later, arrived in Pandan. Rice and calamari for dinner at Auntie Nenengs restaurant.
It is so freakin hot here. I’m gonna wear the wife beater when I sleep tonight.