密密的雨不停地落在马尼拉奎阿波区的街道上,我正站在公交车站的棚子里候车。现在我有一份上下班有规律的工作,在一家私立学校当门卫已经五个星期了,正准备让我的儿子到这个学校就读。看着棚子外面下个不停的雨,我不禁想起一个也发生在马尼拉的故事……故事发生在细雨蒙蒙的早上。每个路过的人,上班的、上学的,都跑来公共汽车候车棚里避雨。只有一个老人的步子很慢,雨 The dense rain kept falling on the streets of Cuiapo, Manila, and I was standing in the shelter of the bus station. Now that I have a regular job of commuting to and from work, having been a guard in a private school for five weeks now, I am going to have my son attend this school. Looking at the non-stop rain outside the shed, I can not help recalling a story that also took place in Manila ... The story took place in the rainy morning. Every passing person, work, school, ran the bus waiting shelter rain. Only one old man’s pace is slow, rain