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We were checking out very early in the mor-ning in Zamboanga to catch our flight.  My porter gingerly carried my laptop and lcd projector to the hotel van, asking if I was headed back to Manila.  No, I said, I was going to Jolo.  The porter gave a pensive look and cautioned: things were "delicado" there.  I brushed off his worry with a smile.  I was conducting an arts appreciation workshop in Jolo, a most historical city laden with all the mystery and danger, perceived rightly or wrongly, that accompanies this island.


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Arts Not War

By John L. Silva | April 15, 2007 - 12:00am

We were checking out very early in the mor-ning in Zamboanga to catch our flight. My porter gingerly carried my laptop and lcd projector to the hotel van, asking if I was headed back to Manila. No,...

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