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Much more of my time is spent inside the comfort of our small abode lately. The temperatures are rising and it is increasingly hot and uncomfortable out and about during the day.
Now that I'm mobile again I've been going out on bike rides in the mornings.
Most of the time the ride ends at a friends newly acquired butcher shop where we talk about business ideas for the Philippines.
His shop sells pork and chicken only. As we talk the butcher cuts up the whole pigs into smaller and smaller portions. Some hang from a hook on a crossbar in the shop and some are just left on the ceramic tile counter.
The butcher cuts the meats and my pal skins the pigs heads as I drink a cup of instant coffee. I have my camera hanging from the strap around my neck but I've got a thousand photos of pigs heads and the blood, guts and flies of the process are just not interesting any more.
It's 5:30 am and the kids have just been dropped off or have walked to school. I stand in front of the shop and drink the coffee as I watch the sun come up.
Sometimes I seriously wonder what the fuck I'm doing here because from the outside it looks like such a desparate place.
It's still interesting to me though. People still stare and I still smile and wave to them. This is even more true with the olderly women. Their faces are so weatherd and worn. Their teeth are often missing and their hair is very grey.
I still love to see them smile and they usually do when I smile and wave to them.
For all the realities here, I still have a great deal of hope for common people in the coming years.
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