The backpack was heavy. Inside, the little travel things collided: a green Philippine passport, five sweat-soaked shirts, a pair of jeans, a Swiss knife, bottled mineral water, pens, a battered blue travel notebook, a toothbrush and a face towel.
There is this spot along España in Manila, just in front of the University of Santo Tomas, where I usually sit down and wait on Sunday afternoons for a nearby Internet cafe to open