We were at the Suman House at Clarin, Misamis Occidental. In the horizon we could see the mountains of Misamis, the same mountains which are a home to those who are waging an armed struggle against the government.
Me: Is not two years too long?
My friend: It is long if one’s love is short.
Two soldiers, buddies, arrived, separated from the main group hunting down the rebels. They ordered just two cups of coffee, no suman.