and visited Intramuros. I saw (and somewhat witnessed) how the Philippines was in the hands of the Spaniards, Americans and Japanese.
It has proven to me that Manila has always been beautiful.
Even if it was just a little walled city a few hundred years back.
Protecting itself, ready to attack those who wanted to ruin it.
I got to know our national hero more.
One of the hundreds of people who died for our country…
How he spent his last night,
and his last hours.
I followed his steps…
…towards the freedom of his countrymen.
I walked the old streets.
and saw for myself how people were during those times.
I also studied religion…
And the magnificence.
This is my country, my history, the reason why I am enjoying what I have now.
And I’m glad I took a peek.