Global Village in the outskirts of Dubai was a festival of cultures and merchandise. It was February 2007, and I sought to see the Bayanihan - The Philippine National Folk Dance Company - perform. A Filipina friend had encouraged me to do so.
You see, I left the Philippines as a young boy, and the schooling I had had wasn't enough to teach me about its history, culture and language. So my friend thought the Bayanihan would be another lesson of sorts for me.
There was a mix-up on which stage the troupe was to perform. I walked around back-and-forth, and no one could give a clear answer. Another Filipina friend said "There" in Tagalog. I asked "Where?" She repeated "There." Pointing with her chin, which is something typical and endearing of Filipinos. "Where, there?" I asked again. "There."
She was right, the new stage was in the direction she was pointing. But I had to snake around other stages to get there, and I wasn't sure at first when I reached there, because it said "Pakistan." It was the right stage.
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