The Looting in LongosThe soothing touch of the nocturnal wind on the loose shingles of the nipa roof sounded like a gentle lullaby to the family in the house. Meanwhile, the village slept peacefully after a day of intense labor, the starry sky a protective canopy over the community.
The Santos family had retired for the night and lay peacefully asleep. They were all there in the room—the father, the mother, the oldest child, the second, the third, the fourth, and the two-year-old youngest offspring.
In the dim light of a small gas lamp, it was possible to see the vague outlines of a sleeping family. The father lay fast asleep and on either side of him were the two oldest children. Under the mosquito net were the other two children lying on a mat, bodies close together because it was a co
