In a few days it will have been 127 years already. Too long. It happened in Baler, on the island of Luzon. There, the term “resistance” far exceeded the status of slogan, becoming a way of life, in a way of being in—and above all before—the world. For twelve long months, the last of the Philippines perfectly embodied that almost mystical stubbornness by sustaining an imaginary that reality had changed them without warning. While the last remnant…
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In a few days it will have been 127 years already. Too long. It happened in Baler, on the island of Luzon. There, the term “resistance” far exceeded the status of slogan, becoming a way of life, in a way of being in—and above all before—the world. For twelve long months, the last of the Philippines perfectly embodied that almost mystical stubbornness by sustaining an imaginary that reality had changed them without warning. While the last remnant…