The Summers of Silay
Although schooled and raised in Manila, Teodoro Locsin, Jr. spent the idyllic summers of his wonder years in the “Paris of the Orient”— Silay, Negros Occidental, a town where nothing ever seemed to change. Three months on the island, year-in and year-out, left a lasting and haunting impression on the starry-eyed Ilonggo boy, who hunted wild pigs, had rifles and real locomotives at his disposal, and slept with his “ancestors.”
A Negros I Can Never Go Home To Again
Garages filled with Cadillacs and stables teeming with stallions, musty servant hierarchies and hushed, vast dining halls, hedonists and the imperturbable proletariat—Teodoro Y. Montelibano filters the phantasmagorical memories of his Bacolod youth through the colander of adult hindsight. Torn between the lavish diversions of childhood and the self-reproach it carries today, this is his bittersweet tribute to a city that still confounds.
