Memoirs of an Amnesiac

His morning visits to the market to buy fish and vegetables (the only food he was allowed to eat) would not be complete without his ever trusty bike. He said the first one (that got stolen in church when he chained it near the prayer room) was way older than I am. It had been his companion while he was yet starting his apprenticeship as an upholsterer somewhere south of Cebu. The new bike that he recently got was with him when a taxi cab accidentally hit him last September (because the driver got ...