I see fields of green... red berries too... and i see them bloom... for me and you... and i think to myself… what a wonderful world. Sigh… I made up those lyrics referring to the song “What A Wonderful World”. The words I used were inspired by the fields of lettuce and strawberries at La Trinidad, Benguet in Baguio City where my family spent the Christmas holiday. I was in a sad and uneasy mood actually while I was writing this. It was after being awaken by a strong earthquake at past 3AM on a Sunday. I’m sure people from huge part of the Philippines specifically from Luzon felt the same uneasiness that I was into. It was one hell of a shake! The kind of the most unwanted feeling that anyone would want to wake up with specially on a Sunday. That kind of shake takes me back to the horrific memory of the July 16, 1990 earthquake , one of the most horrifying experience in my life. It also immediately took me back to the horror it brought to Baguio City, one among the hardest
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