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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=468669" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When The Grain Is Golden and The Wind Is Chilly Then it is Time To Harvest</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Leron-leron sinta, umakyat sa papaya<br>Dala-dala’y buslo’, sisidlan ng bunga</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a dusty village in Cagayan Valley,<br>Ramon and his father were planting rice when soldiers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">appeared on their farm. They questioned his father,<br>if he’d seen any communist rebels recently</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in the area, and when he did not give them<br>a good enough answer, they beat him with the blunt ends</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of their rifles, shot him as he was lying<br>on the ground. Ramon snuck away but remained hidden</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in nearby bushes, to witness the soldiers<br>laugh out loud as they chopped his father’s shaking body--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'they first removed his penis, then cut below<br>the knees, then the ankles, then the elbows, then the neck.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Leron-leron sinta, umakyat sa papaya<br>Dala-dala’y buslo’, sisidlan ng bunga</div><div style="margin:10px 0">After dusk Ramon ran home to his mother<br>and younger brother. She feared the soldiers would soon knock</div><div style="margin:10px 0">on their door, so she took her sons deep inside<br>the muddy jungle of the Sierra Madre mountains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">After about four weeks, she sent Ramon to buy<br>rice, some fish, and a few canned goods. The sun was heavy,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the road to the village kept stretching further<br>and his legs felt weak, so Ramon boarded a jeepney</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to take him to the market on Luna street.<br>A soldier recognized him at a military</div><div style="margin:10px 0">checkpoint and he pointed his gun at Ramon,<br>yelled at him to step out with his hands up in the air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Leron-leron sinta, umakyat sa papaya<br>Dala-dala’y buslo’, sisidlan ng bunga</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No questions were asked. Ramon told us the most<br>painful torture he endured was when the soldiers joined</div><div style="margin:10px 0">two blocks of wood and used the weapon to hit<br>him directly on the ears, over and over</div><div style="margin:10px 0">until he bled. He doesn’t remember how<br>he escaped but he found himself wandering around</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the countryside for days, eating grass,<br>guava leaves, bamboo shoots, and bananas to survive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Leron-leron sinta, umakyat sa papaya<br>Dala-dala’y buslo’, sisidlan ng bunga</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here, at the Children’s Rehabilitation<br>Center, Ramon made friends, played with the other children,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">started to learn how to write. He asked questions<br>about his mother and younger brother, he wanted</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to know when he could return to his village<br>to harvest their rice fields. He said it was important</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to go home because 'when the grain is golden<br>and the wind is chilly, then it is the time to harvest.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">After four months, we learned that Ramon’s mother<br>was probably dead. 'Where’s the body? I want to see</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the body, I want to bury my mother.'<br>I told him we didn’t know where the body was, but we</div><div style="margin:10px 0">would try to find it. After a long silence,<br>he finally went to his room. Then I followed him</div><div style="margin:10px 0">upstairs, found him hunched over the bathroom sink<br>washing his red face again and again and again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Leron-leron sinta, umakyat sa papaya<br>Dala-dala’y buslo’, sisidlan ng bunga</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ramon is still with us, his friends have brought him<br>out of his shell, he has learned how to speak Tagalog,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and he is beginning to read. Ramon dreams<br>about going home. He writes letters to his younger</div><div style="margin:10px 0">brother even though we tell him he is still<br>missing. We collect those letters he writes every day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He tells his younger brother, 'If you come here,<br>you will have many good friends to play with, eat plenty</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of food, and these nice people will let us stay<br>here in Manila, but maybe I will go home first</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and see what’s happened to our family farm.'<br>He then writes, 'Do you know that your mother is now dead?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Nick+Carbo">Nick Carbo</a><div class=q>
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In a dusty village in Cagayan Valley,
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