The past few weeks, I found myself consumed by a certain story.
I was being badgered by voices inside my head with their yammering conversations and their monologues and soliloquys.
No, I am not schizo (at least, I hope not) but the truth is, last Sept 1, I had a hankering to write down a kind of flash-fiction which would start with a line from the 1973 letter of Ninoy Aquino to his son Noynoy, and would end with the lines from the song “Walang Hanggang Paalam” by Joey Ayala.
The name “Jonas” came to me almost out of the blue. And the name “Alice” — well I like that name for a girl. Or maybe that name came from Alice Paul, the American sufragette who was portrayed by Hilary Swank in “Iron Jawed Angels”.
When I made my attempt to write some kind of fiction, I knew vaguely of two issues: 1. Jonas Burgos was abducted several years ago by the military and 2. Dr. Gerry Ortega, an environmentalist, was killed in Palawan by (what everyone believes) a powerful political personality. I do watch the news and would occasionally pay attention, especially the parts on Janet Napoles and the pork barrel scam. (I just found that there is an article on JLN on Wikipedia — wow, the lady has gone a long way!)
This morning, I was surfing the net (a pre-breakfast ritual) when I thought to google “Jonas Burgos” who, it turns out, is still missing — after 5 years!
A movie was made about him and his family’s search. The movie was shown in the recent Cinemalaya, where Jonas’s wife also spoke up after 5 years of silence. In Youtube, one can listen to her interview, which was was titled, “The Unheard Voice”.
Conrado de Quiros said that we ( and hence, I) live in a magic-realist country.
The truth, dear reader, is I think I am being haunted.
By the spirit of a man who may or may not be dead?