Nothing can be more interesting than taking the flight back home to Manila. It’s not so hard to identify a Filipino among passengers weaving through Zaventem, Schipol, Heathrow or any other airport abroad. If a Pinoy sees somebody who looks Southeast Asian, he’d flash the latter a smile. If the latter smiles back, the Pinoy would exclaim, “Kabayan!” Pinoys always find home in other Pinoys.
At the terminals assigned to flights bound to Paris, London, Brussels, Frankfurt, etc., it is usually quiet. Waiting passengers read, e-mail on their mobile phones or laptops, or just sit still. Upon reaching the terminal for the flight bound to Manila, I feel a shift in climate — there is only sun and dust and Tagalog noise outside and no snow. Am I home already?
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