BATANGAS, Philippines — I am staying at the porch of our Batangas home and pondering life’s complexities when a family van pulls over. The window rolls down and reveals the matriarch in the passenger seat.
“We’re going to Manila,” she says. “Should we go straight?”
“No,” I reply. “If you’re Manila-bound, turn right.”
With that, the vehicle moves and goes straight.
No one trusts me anymore.