Viszontlátásra Giovanni Gallotta

I remember coming home one night.

“Fuck it’s so cold.
My boots are so heavy.
Malayo pa ba?
This building is so creepy.
Is anybody home..”

Then I stopped midway to check if there was light on one of the windows.
I saw one.

“Ah! Boan’s home!”

Since then, I formed this habit. That every time I’d open the door, I’d say

“Fan.. Boan..”

Elongating the A’s between the consonants. Usually they are at home. But most of the time, I cannot tell because I am home before the sun goes down and there are no lights in the windows, sometimes I know this for sure, but I call them out anyway.

Published by Venice De Castro

Venice De Castro is documentarist whose curiosity is observing how personal and societal transformations manifest in everyday life.

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