In the end, the cold always wins. One can only imagine how cold a nose can be, as if it weren’t even there. There were days in Manila where I found myself spread out on the bed, fanning myself with whatever flat surface I could find, not complaining, but bemoaning my fate of having been...

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Now I know the real meaning of cold, putting on multiple layers of sweaters as much as my body allows, till I am thick-bodied and definitely not as fashionable as I would like to be. And anyway, what is fashion but something that preoccupies a mind that has nothing new to chew on? France has...

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