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Intermittent Transmissions from the Diaspora
Not so long ago, I was walking through the supermarket when a familiar tune sounded through the loudspeakers. I stopped and listened and sure enough, the song they were playing was Anak by Freddie Aguilar**. For a moment, I felt as if I were back home again, and I had a sudden urge to grab someone by the elbow and say: “Listen, that’s Anak. You know that singer, he’s a Filipino like me.â€