Filipina Girl goes to Saudi Arabia
The story of life passes by us daily, everyone has a unique story, I listed to Bing and Christie tell me theirs today in the Mini Mart at 7:30 am.
Bing is on the left, Christie is on the right, I spied them walking around near Robinsons Mall at 7:00 am in the morning. They looked out of place, for sure, Christie is, and maybe Bing has been around the block a few times.
Malate Ermita Mabini Philippines
Tuesday, September 22, 2009 Buy the Same Gear as Andy uses… Sold at three times the price, sorry.
Bing the aunt of Christie came from the province of Pagansinan to help Christie leave to work in Saudi Arabia as a house cleaner or domestic help. The husband for some reason could not make it…
Christie has a husband and one child; she will be gone for two years. I asked,
“Aren’t you afraid your husband will find a new wife?”
I whispered very quietly, below the conscious level of shame and truth, just quiet enough for her to gracefully ignore, she is look at me, she is reading my lips.
I took these two photos with my Cell Phone camera, the reflection off the glass, the surreal nature of the moment; the sweetness of Christie was painful. I spied her because she did not fit in, like a precious stone. This neighborhood around Robinsons Mall in Ermita, Mabini, Malate area of Manila is broken, it is full of damaged good, what was she doing here?
“She was NOT wearing high heels, she had on flats, with a face full of innocence, she was getting read for the slaughter.”
I walked a way, suddenly the words of a song came to my head, I am not sure what the mean and why they came to be associate in my brain at the moment I walked away from two people I will never see again in this life.
“I've been walkin' these streets so long
Singin' the same old song
I know every crack in these dirty sidewalks of Broadway
Where hustle's the name of the game
And nice guys get washed away like the snow and the rain There's been a load of compromising‘
On the road to my horizon
But I'm gonna be where the lights are shinin' on me.
That is it, I know I could feel the words, There's been a load of compromising
Well, I wish fairy tells came true, and I am sure for 1 in 1000 people, they do find the fairy tale. Maybe this is the bargain we make, we all agree to stand in line, wait our turn, and then God throws the dice, and up pops the lucky seven. Unfortunate for the majority, we throw the dice too many times until we lose it all.
(I doubt my Mother knows how the came of Craps is won or lost, and for this I am grateful.)
I personally would have love to discouraged her, I said,
“Be very careful, Singapore, Hong Kong, Korea, Japan, Dubai and Saudi Arabia will hire you pretty young Filipina girls and suddenly you need to please the boss. You are between a rock and hard spot, and all you wanted was to make money.
I do not believe this, I believe there is a There's been a load of compromising‘ and they know the game.
Nevertheless, we must allow the shell game to be played don’t we, we must allow the stories to be told and we should all agree to nod our heads and pretend it is going to lead this person to where the lights are “shining on them.”
No Bola Bola Zone, I have lost my Indiana innocence, I am not sure I am able to return, it is highly possible I am damaged goods.
I was walking around the corner trying to avoid having water drip on my head; I did not want to be slimed here in Manila too early in the morning the day is starting. I am singing in my head,
“Like a Rhinestone Cowboy.”
What is this, I cannot understand, but I do understand.
Maybe a fake cowboy, Elvis in his old age, like this man, broken and damaged working his way toward nowhere.
There's been a load of compromising‘
On the road to my horizon
Christie is off to get her Moral Cherry Popped.
The words to the song are from Glen Campbell in a song called Rhinestone Cowboy, truly I thought I hated the song and had done my best to ignore it, I guess if found a spot in my brain to reside.
Getting cards and letters (comments) from people I do not even know.