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On a recent trip to my hometown in Bukidnon, I felt like a total stranger rummaging through a strange place that I must have seen before in my dreams or in another life I had long forgotten.
                    [DatePublished] => 2012-10-07 00:00:00
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                    [AuthorName] => Nelson A. navarro
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Most people I know gush with envy every time somebody points out that I grew up
in Bukidnon. "It's so beautiful up there!" they would chorus. Those who've
actually been to the place are sometimes more effusive in their praise than the
ones who've only heard or read about it.

Perhaps it's the magical snob appeal of everything that was once considered
remote and primitive. When I was a little boy, my landlocked and mountainous
province high up in the windswept plateaus of Central Mindanao evoked Darkest
Africa.
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The half-remembered past

By Nelson A. navarro | October 7, 2012 - 12:00am

On a recent trip to my hometown in Bukidnon, I felt like a total stranger rummaging through a strange place that I must have seen before in my dreams or in another life I had long forgotten.

Sunday Lifestyle

Out There - Why And Why Not

By Nelson A. navarro | March 17, 2000 - 12:00am

Most people I know gush with envy every time somebody points out that I grew up in Bukidnon. "It's so beautiful up there!" they would chorus. Those who've actually been to the place are sometimes more effusive...

Opinion