We can survive /
Misola, Agustin T.
We can survive / Agustin T. Misola. - 156 pages 21 cm.
He was a man afraid and confused. He was then among those who were assertive in their rights as citizens and active in supporting conferences, demonstrations and rallies. However, as activities against the government became frequent and cries for reforms became louder and dominant, measures were taken to contain the deteriorating situation. Though in whispers, there was a feeling that the time for confrontation would come. It was then like a bombshell when Martial Law was declared. From then own, there were no longer noisy demonstrations and fiery speeches. In one stroke of the pen, lips were apparently sealed and the fire to argue, to expound and to be heard virtually dimmed. For a time, schools were closed. Traffic on the streets still flowed but important road junctions, there were checkpoints. People watched their every step, their every movement and what they spoke about. People became extra careful in what they did and talked about fearful that one around could be a military agent. But somehow, in some guarded whispers and conversations among family circles and intimate friends, exchange of views took place in private.
PS 9993.M55 / .W369 1987
We can survive / Agustin T. Misola. - 156 pages 21 cm.
He was a man afraid and confused. He was then among those who were assertive in their rights as citizens and active in supporting conferences, demonstrations and rallies. However, as activities against the government became frequent and cries for reforms became louder and dominant, measures were taken to contain the deteriorating situation. Though in whispers, there was a feeling that the time for confrontation would come. It was then like a bombshell when Martial Law was declared. From then own, there were no longer noisy demonstrations and fiery speeches. In one stroke of the pen, lips were apparently sealed and the fire to argue, to expound and to be heard virtually dimmed. For a time, schools were closed. Traffic on the streets still flowed but important road junctions, there were checkpoints. People watched their every step, their every movement and what they spoke about. People became extra careful in what they did and talked about fearful that one around could be a military agent. But somehow, in some guarded whispers and conversations among family circles and intimate friends, exchange of views took place in private.
PS 9993.M55 / .W369 1987
