It is Good Friday today.
It is absolutely amazing how people in the heart of such a city as Makati practice tradition. I have been hearing the lilting tone of the pabasa since yesterday. When I first heard the wail-like incantation, I thought there was domestic violence in the neighbor's house. Typical of a chismosa, I rushed to the veranda to see what was going on. How disappointing to find that it was a pabasa.
I grew up in the suburbs and I never heard it done there until I moved to the big city and surprises of surprises, tradition lives.
I haven't seen a cross so I don't think they'll nail anyone to one today.
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