simple life

was at tajma yesterday bumming when two street, german kids approached us - ana and paul. they were showing us handouts made by UP students. they looked sweet. i got the whole afternoon to bum so reading their handouts was not much of a hassle. and so i read. fuck.

their dad was an activist. he was a german humanitarian professor in germany (doi.). well anyway, he fighted for filipinas in germany who were maltreated, raped, blah, blah. and what did he get from that? nothing. come to think of it,he got something way worse than nothing. his family was tricked by the german embassy to leave germany and live in the philippines. when the professor and his kids (two of them happened to be ana and paul) got here, thats when they realized that the german embassy got everything they had in germany. the papers their government gave them stated that they were not allowed to go back to germany anymore. where were they to go? nowhere.

they now live in UP. as in literally in the streets of UP, infront of Palma Hall. the professor got blind and his wife is super sick. ana was in a hit and run accident already. paul, the cute kid, got raped by many rugby boys near sta. lucia already. fuck this world.

its so sad. the professor fought for equality and he didnt get that. its all so ironic.

i love what kurt said: "nothing good comes out of doing good". so right kurt. hats off to you for buying the professor his medicine!