“In extraordinary times, there are no ordinary lives,” goes a line from the World War II documentary by Ken Burns simply titled The War.
These are extraordinary times for us Filipinos. And there doesn’t seem to be anything ordinary in the lives of the 11 people who were killed in the bombing (was it a bombing or an accident?) of the Glorietta last Friday.
It’s the fourth day since the tragedy hogged the front page and we’ve been reading since of lives violently cut short, of people who nearly suffered the same fate, and of grieving and unbelieving relatives and friends. I resisted writing about this since so many people have already, until my husband Boyette mentioned that he didn’t want to read the papers anymore.
