I met Carlos Abilla when I first went photowalking. He pointed to my camera and said he wanted to be a photographer, and because money was sparse, he somehow found a way to illegally move out of the country to go work in Malaysia as one. He was caught, jailed, and now he’s residing in Davao City working odd jobs.
I saw him at San Pedro Church selling strings of the fragrant sampaguita.
He pointed to my camera again and said, “I used to do that before, too”.
A few awkward seconds of silence passed.
And then he said, “I still want to be one.”