I was inching my way to row 14 when, all of a sudden, a wayward conversation drew my attention.
He’s European. She’s Filipino.
“So… where do you want to go next?” he asked.
“Paris” she replied.
A turbulent 30 minutes later, we landed in the Daniel Z. Romualdez Airport.
Welcome to Tacloban City.
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