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I had too much of sausage and fried rice this morning. I'm still full.

Or you are just tense about our evaluation.

That as well.

Tell your story Hannah. I have good news for you.

I don�t know if it is going to be good news.

Oh, my! That girl...

the maid said that after we left...

she brought home a man.

They took the stereo, TV, computer...

they took a lot of stuff.

She is missing again.

That's the wole story.

I'll look for her.

I'm scared because the last time that she was missing ...

she became a brooker.

I caught at Quezon Avenue, picking up men.

Delirious with fever, coughing like crazy.

Thank fully, she didn't caught AIDS.

Does Hannah have to do with your hooker persona in Sagada?

Yes.

I want to feel the pain that my daughter is experiencing.

Why did she become a hooker?

Why do you want to destroy that?

Did you feel it?

Definitely.

Horrible. It's a nightmare.

It was like I was caught in a nightmare. I was very scared.

It wasn't just physical torture.

It was torture most especially to the soul.

Now I know what the word prostitute mean.

And not just that.

I had an expeience tht I couldn't explain.

You know during the storm? When we all sa each other at the ruins?

When I made up a story about my stomach being in costant pain.

Charity is an act of God.

Well, when we separated ways.

I really had stomach pains. It was too painful.

Constant pain.

So painfull that I was crawling on the floor on the ground.

And the day tha I'm to leave, I was healed by a spiritualist.

The pain went away.

That I cannot explain.

I had the same experience during our immersion last year.

And in Sagada, I just couldn't figure out. Kind of...

maybe it was part of the process.

My critique is...

I have to be very honest with you, Julian.

The concerns and fears of Rina, when we were at Sagada...

that's what I'm feeling right now.

You're quitting.

No.

The immersion has became too extreme.

Right?

And yes, and no.

Admit it, even just once.

The immersion that we did in Sagada was too extreme.

Your immersion... wow!

Your immersion as a pimp was scary.

When I saw the live show...

umbelivable!

I was shocked , even though I was a prostitute.

That was too extreme...

our immersion in Sagada.

In my perspective...

it was not extreme.

In principle of our process it was not extreme.

Because that was the truth.

That was the truth of the persona that I entered, Alberta. Truth...

I know...

I know, Julian.

My issue is that...

You could have choosen something more...

- More... - More time?

More safe?

What kind of immersion would that be if...

the approach is selective?

It's hypocritical, right? Fake.

Lies will result from it. There won't be any approximation of truth.

That's wrong.

I don't think the process will be hypocritical, if you'll be selective.

I don't think lies will result from being selective.

I do not think that is wrong.

I experienced truth by being selective...

in all the five personas that I entered.

My view is that there is no such thing as selective truth.

The process is compromised.

I disagree.

I not committed in any way the process still selective.

You were selective, while I was not.

End of discourse.

We solve the problem.

You attacked me.

Ift's as if you're saying that there's no truth in immersion I did.

That my immersion was fake. Being fucked by those men was fake?

That my being molested be them was fake?

My God, Julian!

For one whole week, I was a real prostitute in Sagada!

Ok, I apologize.

This time the apologies are not enough.

Say that I didn't compromise our process by being selective.

Alberta, there were a lot of lapses.

First, you spoke to Rina.

Second, you called me up.

Fuck mistakes!

- I was still a prostitute then. - But you betrayed the process!

We both know that Rina is too fragile.

You betrayed the process and you know that it's wrong!

Your discourse is really something, Julian.

You're cornering me.

I am not cornering you, Alberta.

I betrayed the process...

but say that I didn't compromise it by being selective.

Sure.

You did not compromise the process. Ok.

Thank you.

Excuse me...

I'll breathe for a while first.

- More coffee? - No I'm ok.

Can we talk about Rina already?

It's been two months now...

I loved...

I love that kid.

I wish he had fought harder...

It's been five years.

Bye, Julian. We will talk later.

Hello? Espie, hi.

You have news of Hannah?

Thank you.

Just call me.

Hello...

Any news of Hannah?

Is Cristy there?

Thank you, Hans. Bye.

I will purse the case against Colonel Peter Agamos.

I know why you're here, Alberta.

I shall not testify anymore.

You know that I have retracted all my statements. I will not testify anymore.

You were with Fidel when you were abducted by Colonel Agamos' group.

You were all tortured they ran over feet.

They thrown you in the river, and you were believed tto be dead.

I will not testify anymore.

I'm thinking obout my relatives, they will kill all.

Ramon, we need you for this case.

You are the sole witness. We can nail him down if you just talk.

And who will give protection to my family?

Alberta, I have four children.

I'm already worthless as it is do I still have to put them in danger?

Did you know...?

There were four men who came here one early morning...

and pointed a gun at my scull.

We will help you.

I do not ned your help.

Do not you know that you're putting us in danger if they would know about this?

If you want to help me, leave me alone.

Let me have my peace!

I'm sorry.

The revolution is dead, Alberta Munoz.

The revolution will not die because of cowards like you, Ramon.

The revolution will die because of burgeois like you, Alberta Munoz!

This revolution will not die because of the narrow minded likeyou, Ramon!

The revolution is an illusion, Alberta.

The revolution is an illusion for stupid people like you.

Where is the revolution? Where is the nation?

Look at me. Look yourself.

In the end, we are all just victims...

the only ones who will be left in this wretchedness are victims like us.

What you're saying the thought of a disillusioned person, Ramon.

Disillusion...

Truth and reality.

I'm someone who has learned to face truth and reality.

I do not believe in this nation anymore.

This nation does not have debt of gratitude.

Do they remember to Renato Munoz, your husband?

He sacrificed so much, in his writing, in his services.

Until he sacrificed his life. For what?

For nothing.

Me...

Look at me, Alberta.

Where is the nation?

Why do I like a mouse without shelter?

Hiding.

Anytime, they can slaughter me, Alberta.

Why?

This fucking country is gone!

You are selfish, Ramon. That's why you've become like that.

Fuck! Now I'm one who's selfish?!

It's me?!

Fuck! I'm selfish?!

Now, I'm the one who's selfish? Ha?!

I'm selfish now? Ha?!

Fuck you!

- What's that? - Maybe a customer.

Taxi driver. Don''t pick taxi drivers.

- Mother, It is not like that... - Don't shave your...

- Come on, not that... - Wow, high-end!

- And how were your bookings yesterday? - There were none!

Ohn c'mon. You flirt.

- Hannah, just a minute! - Mother, they're running!

- Wow, what a scene! - What was that about?

Hannah, wait up!

Hannah, my child, let's go.

Let's go home home.

I don't want to! Leave ma alone!

Please, Hannah...

I don't want to!

Let's go. I said I don't want to.

- Do you know what you're doing? - Yes! Because it's my life!

And if you get sick?

Don't meddle with my life! Get out of here!

Please, Hannah.

- Dontt ruin your life, please listen to me. - I don't want to!

My child, don't ruin your life.

Come, let's go home.

Come, let's go home.

Before I tell her story...

apart from what you've already mentioned.

I want you know that is the first time that I would have her go through this.

Those of us who were left by the desaparicidos have a support system.

We have group therapy and psychological support.

Hannah has a theater group.

All the kids of the members of Desaparecidos.

They mount good productions.

They even conduct street plays.

Plays that depict our plight.

So we don't fall short.

I know, Alberta. I know your situation.

I have other similar cases.

Do not worry. I can take care of Hannah.

His full name is Maria Hossana Manipon.

Her parents were both activist.

Her mother, Joanna Sepe, was one of my best friends.

Both husband and wife were members of the Bayan.

They were based in Samar.

They were exposing the anomalist of a politician there...

who was crunning as congressman...

when they were abducted on March 8. 1997.

We know it was part of the gov't' all-out-war...

against so-called subversive elements.

That same mounth, my husband had gone missing as well.

Hannah was eight years old when that happened.

I adopted her ... Or, she stayed with me.

His relatives cannot stand to take care of her...

especially her grandparents and her aunts and uncles.

It pains them to see Hannah...

For a while, she stayed at the orphanage where I was teaching.

Later, I assumed responsibility for her.

I was her his godmother anyway.

Pitiful.That child is pitful.

You know, that isusually the case... with the families of the desparicidos

Because they have no closure.

You know, according to research...

these families often refuse to talk about what they feel...

they refuse to talk about what concerns them.

So what's happening...

is that they keep in to themselves.

Individual weights, individual baggages...

individual sorrows...

lose their sense of themselves.

They lose self confidence.

Finally, they are in limbo.

I think Hannah is a classic case, but you know what...?

I am so amazed by how you handle her.

Especially since I know that your case carries as much weight.

Well, in our case...

as her foster parent.

It must be strong... for her.

It's hard.

I'm the one who always...

talks to her... who opens up.

Even though I have issues with my husband's disappearance.

Hannah's case is more difficult.

Her mother and father have been missing...

her relatives does not want to face her.

All refused... Too much denial.

- Good morning, Ma'am. - Good morning, Nena?

Is mama here?

She is at the back, at the garden. How have you been?

It' been a log time since you come here.

- You're mama is upsed. - Really?

Ok, I'll just close the the gate first

Oh, hello. I did not know you were here.

I thought you were coming yesterday.

I stayed at the clinic.

How is she?

She's ok, just resting.

Could selling sessions with the psychiatrist.

I'll by fetching her on Sunday.

Ma, can you go to the house on Sunday?

There's a small thanksgiving.

Will preparare some food.

No, thank you.

Please , Mama.

I have ill feelings towards child...

I'm angry about what she did to me.

Ma, please forgive Hannah. She doesn't know what she's doing.

She doesn't know? How many times have's done it to you already?

The antique that she stole from me...

came from your father's collection.

It was a prized antique.

And even if I've located that antique...

my anger towards that child won't go away.

- She betrayed us?! That girl?! - Please mom.

We know what Hannah has been through. Let's just understand her.

Make hannah understand the be trayal that she is doing to us.

We're the taking care of her, and gshe steals from us?

What kind of values does that child have?!

Hannah's mom and dad has been missing missing for seven years ago.

That's why the child is like that.

I do not know... I hope you are right.

It's just that I cannot accept... that she steals from us.

Come here... help me transfer plants there.

- It look ok here. - Yes, but It's better there...

the sunlight is better.

Put it here.

There you go.

- That one as well. - Where are the roses?

It's at the balcony. I transfered it there.

You keep on transfering plants, don't you get tired?

Oh, it's a good exercise... for the body and the mind.

Come, let's have refreshments first. It's hot.

- Mam! - Oh!

- Where you able to sleep? - Yes, I slept soundly.

What's that?

Stuffed milkfish. Of course, That's your favorite.

Sit.

Eat, ok?

Can I borrow a car?

What car?

The pick-up. We're going to the beach.

With the driver. I don't want to drive.

When?

Next week.

I'll just call.

Why don't you use your car?

I don't want to drive.

If you're not using it, then sell it!

Finish that, ok? Eat. Go on.

Still using the mobile phone while eating.

Hello...

Yes, I am Alberta Munoz. How is Hannah?

Kindly tell her that, I'll visit her later.

Go on, eat.

Eat, while it's still hot.

Prioritizing the mobile phone...

As if it is possible then.

- Hello Hannah, where are you going? - Just there.

Yaya, can you follow Hannah?

Ok.

What's this?

- Do you think this bites? - It looks harmless.

Don't bite me, ok?

Oh my God!

Hannah, get this. I was suddenly tickled!

It's ticklish.

When I was young, our houseboy taught me...

- to tie it with thread. - And then there's the stick.

And then you fly it.

I was a kid then, and every summer...

with my cousins.

I can still remember what we used to do.

Make beetles fly at night!

Do beetles eat hotdogs?

Try it!

What kind of fish is that?

I'm not sure as well.

Mom, can you tell me stories about mommy?

About your mom...

Well... you look exactly like her...

you're her carbon copy.

- Even the nose? - Yes. Everything...

Evebrows...

nose...

you even have the same teeth!

You look exactly like her were she's your age.

Your mother...

she was so beatiful. Even when we were in highschool.

We used to get stares from people when we were together...

we were inseparable.

I used to the feel, when people would stare at us...

why are these two together?

Because one girl...

is tall... beutiful...

and she's with someone short.

- But it's ok with me. - What's mommy's height?

She's 5'7.

I'm almost nearing height.

I think that you'll grow taller than her.

When we were in highschool...

we liked to hang-out in the local bookstore...

before going home.

We were just there, but we coudn't buy books.

I red it... If I saw a book that I like...

I'll read it first...

then I'll hide it in the very back.

So that no one can buy it?

And then I'll really save up for it. Your mom used to laugh at me...

she said that one one else will buy that anyway.

And... True enough,, when I came back after a week, the book was still there.

- We were funny then. - Mommy was right.

We were already know there.

- As local by-standers? - Yes.

So...Then... after highschool...

college. We still enrolled in the same university

Then... just as before, we scouted for the local bookstore.

To hang-out again?

Well, not anymore. There are other places to hang-out then.

Which you'll discover once you go to college.

But in college, we...

were still sometimes being stared at...

only they are going through other things.

I not was like highscool.

So... And I remember once.

Your mom and I were walking ...

and we both liked him.

- We were really funny them. - Love at first sight?

Well, I don't know about her.

And what did daddy look like when you first saw him?

He was just sitting under a tree...

very cinematic. He was facing an empty space...

and he had with him a portable typewriter. Typewriters were the norm those days...

there were still no...

cyber cafes then.

Nor laptops.

He was typing something...

that's why I noticed him...

yes, because he was under a tree, with a portable typewriter.

Srtaring off into space talking by himself.

Actually, your dad is very scary!

and he had with him a portable typewriter. Typewriters were the norm those days...

And that day it all started At first sight.

And your mom and I were hilarios... we were walking...

and we very trying to get his attention.

Seriously! We were trying toget his attention. We'd pretend to pass by...

once. Then, we would peek.

And what was daddy's reaction? Stoic?

Well, your mother to scare me. No.

He saw your mom at once.

So... she was attractive.

It was not easy to stand up and go to anyone to come forward.

Without then thinking that you're weird.

When you were still a kid...

I called you, "The Rain Child"

Everytime there was rain or storm...

you'd open the door or the windows.

You stood there.

Waiting.

Looking outside.

Playing.

You kept saying that your father and mother will arrive.

He kept saying that the rain will bring them to our door.

Today, is the 21 st of July, 2008.

I'm reporting from a remote village in Digos, Davao del Sur, in Mindanao.

Two days ago, there were two children, playing in this remote area.

They discovered two human bodies.

As you can see, people are unearting the discovered bodies.

These will be identified by specialists...

hope fully in the coming weeks.

Locals believe that these are the remains of Manuel Tirano and Gigi Fernandez.

These two were kidnapped five years ago by the military.

The military denies that they are involved with the kidnapping.

They're listed by the military as cadres of the Communist Party of the Philippines.

This morning, we contacted the family of Tirano in Mandaue, Cebu.

The wife fears that afraid are the remains of her husband.

We also contacted the family of Fernandez.

We can't give more information regarding this.

The family is having difficulty dealing with this.

We hope to be able to give more information.

I'll be on standby.

Ma'am, please excuse us, we'll go ahead.

Happy birthday, Rina.

Rina told me everything, that the three of you had been doing...

before she took her own life.

You knew that my child was very weak.

We only wanted to help.

Did you do the right thing?

The air is chilly.

The heart is cold.

The sky is frail.

The melody faint.

I search for you.

I search, I search.

As night calls...

And the heat quenched...

This the moment seizes...

And will not part from mind...

The advent of sorrow...

Brought on by distress...

Shall stay by my side...

A remembrance of your stay.

The air is chilly.

The heart is cold.

The sky is frail.

The melody faint.

I wait for you.

I wait, I wait.

As darkness envelops...

As the streets calm...

I turn my sights...

To the doors of yearning.

And as the advent of sorrow appears...

A symptom of weakness...

I will always remember...

The reason for your departure.

The air is chilly.

The heart is cold.

The sky is frail.

The melody faint.

I search for you.

I search, I search.

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