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The new plan is simple.
We march towards the palace. That’s it.
The goal is simple but the task is complicated. If we were still in Quiapo church, Malacañang would only be a few kilometers away. But Carla tells me that we are pretty far
away now. Since the main roads are suicide (EVERYWHERE outside is suicide), she suggests that we take the road up top. The LRT train tracks.
The nearest station to where we are in Marikina is Santolan Station. She says we’ll walk from there to Recto Station. Isang araw na lakad din daw yun,
pero dun daw pinaka-safe.
We went to a convenience store to gather supplies. While there, we managed to talk more. We got more closer (more na, closer pa) and I never felt happier, not since this whole “adventure” started. I told her about my weird dreams, my l
