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Victor nodded, then, dismissed, made his way Nacio winked at Victor as he paid, took the rolls
back outside, where the chill of the evening had and drinks, and handed over to the other his
replaced the heat of the plant. A mood of share. Victor wolfed down the pianono,
although it didn't taste too new, and drank with stretched his cramped arms and legs, peered
deep satisfaction while his companion about him and shivered, for it had grown much
chattered on, regaling him with his experiences colder. He kept an eye out for Nacio, although
as a carrier and his ability to skillfully dodge in he felt sure he would not come back anymore
and out of traffic. He disclosed that once he had tonight. He could recognize, though, some of
been sideswiped by a car, but escaped only with the faces in the crowd.
a few scratches, and boasted: - I'm the fastest
newsboy in Manila. - Victor marveled at his luck The same procedure took place at 4 a.m., it was
in finding such a fine friend. like a reel being retaken. The routine was now
familiar to Victor, but with a difference. This
As the time for the release of the first edition time he was a participant in the activities, and
neared, an air of expectation materialized he found himself caught up in the excitement.
outside the plant. The newspaper's trucks and All weariness gone from him, he sped away in
vans stood in readiness. The newsboys grew in the company of his colleagues, holding on
number and began to form a dense mass. Their tightly to his ration of 15 copies. Exhilaration
conversation became louder, more excited, and coursed through him, and he ran and ran,
their horseplay rougher. Shortly after 11 p.m. a stopping only when he reached the avenida.
team of dispatchers emerged with the initial The others had scattered in different directions,
copies, the ink of the presses still warm on and the street stretched away endlessly,
them, and was greeted by yells of anticipation. virtually devoid of traffic. Its stores had long
A stampede followed, and Victor noted that for closed down for the night, and only a few neon
every bundle turned over to a newsboy, one signs glowed.
distributor jotted down on a piece of paper the
number allotted to him. He began to walk slowly, sober now, his
responsibilities heavy on him. His destination
The clamor grew as the boys dashed out of the was Blumentritt. As he crossed Azcarraga, a taxi
building and surged into the darkened streets. slowed down, and its passenger called out to
They were like school children being let out for him. Tremblingly he handed over a paper, and
recess. The noise continued, then subsided received 15 centavos in turn. His very first sale!
after a few minutes, with the last urchin His spirits soared anew... perhaps it wasn't so
scampering away. The nighttime silence difficult after all to sell a newspaper. This
returned once more to the area, broken only by impression was bolstered when in a matter of
occasional shouts of the men loading the main minutes he made two more sales, to customers
bulk of the provincial edition into the trucks, the at a small, all-night restaurant.
toot of passing motorist's horn and the sound of
laughter from drunkards in the sari-sari store in It was still dark when he arrived at the district,
front. and the first thing he heard was the whistle of
the train which passed through the place every
Victor settled himself on the pavement, and evening. He reacted in the same way he had to
despite the hard ground he felt tired and the foghorn blasts of the ships along the
sleepy. He used his right arm as a pillow, and Boulevard.
thought briefly about his father, his mother and
the man she had taken up with, Tio Pedring and He set about reconnoitering the area, to get the
the day's events, before sleep claimed him. feel of it, and took out the list Tio Pedring had
given him. He recalled his uncle's words:
He awakened several hours later, jolted by the
noise of the second wave of newsboys - You're lucky. Not all newcomers have mga suki
gathering for the city edition. Gingerly he when they begin, and they have to return so
many copies at first. Tambak sila. - The with renewed confidence, and when through he
customers included a dressmaker, a barber, a would rest in front of the local bank. Gradually
small pharmacist, and a beautician. And to their he lost his fear of thugs.
places Victor eventually made his way, slipping
the newspapers under doors, into mailboxes, Though his work improved, his relations with
and the apertures of padlocked steel gates. the other newsboys didn't. Nacio remained his
only friend, and whenever he was around the
Soon it grew light, and more jeepneys began to others let Victor alone. He couldn't make them
ply their routes, as buses appeared, bound for out at all, with their rough games and harsh
Santa Cruz and Grace Park. The signs of activity tongues, their smoking and their constant
in the neighborhood market increased while the baiting. At one time he was jolted awake from
small parish church near it remained closed, the dreamless sleep by the concerted yells of
silent and deserted. Young scavengers, worn the newsboys, who were hurling missiles, with
out from poking all night among trash cans, the drivers reacting by merely stepping on the
slept inside their pushcarts. Piles of garbage gas, and the passengers cowering in alarm. The
stood on several streets and alleyways. guards whose job it was to break up these
things did not seem to be around. No one could
Victor made no other sales that day, and he give an explanation for the sudden outburst.
returned to the plant with three unsold
newspapers. He turned them over VICTOR was eventually allowed to sell both
apologetically. The one in charge now shrugged, editions of the paper and his daily quota was
then noted that he had not done badly for a increased to 20. Soon he was making about
first night's work. He added that he expected three pesos every day, sometimes more. His
Victor to improve in the future and equal the beat late at night was transferred to the
other newsboys, who always complained that Boulevard district, where he peddled the
their allotment was not enough. The dispatcher provincial edition to night clubbers and cocktail
said: - Our newspaper is sikat. By noon we are loungers. In the early hours of the morning he
all sold out in the newsstands. – would distribute the city edition to his
Blumentritt customers. Tio Pedring expressed
On his second night on the job, Victor was set satisfaction with his development, and granted
upon by a group of street boys his age, who the boy more decent accommodations and
sprang up from out of the shadows and began better food at his residence.
to beat him up. He managed to flee from the
scene in terror, leaving behind all his Victor settled down into the routine, which
newspapers. For this he was roundly cursed by would be livened up sometime by big events,
his uncle, who promised to take it out on his like an earthquake. During such occasions the
earnings for the next few days. labor force would swell, augmented by now
inactive boys who had graduated to other fields
He took to haunting his beat even during the of endeavor, like pickpocketing and the watch-
daytime and became friends with the little your-car business. In January the Press Club
people, the vendors, the sellers of peanuts, held its annual party in honor of newsboys, and
kalamansi, coconuts and pigs, the grocery Victor and Nacio along with many others,
employees, the market denizens, the modistas attended. There were balloons, soft drinks and
and shop owners, and even some of' the cookies. Nacio kept stuffing these into his
patrolmen. Through his constant presence in pockets, to the great amusement of Victor, who
the area, he was able to find additional regular was tempted to do the same, but there didn't
customers, and no more did he have to return seem to be enough around.
unsold copies. At night he went about his tasks
That was the last time the two spent together. He approached a group noisily drinking, and
Within a week Nacio met his death - violently; tugged at the sleeves of one sailor.
he had been run over by a car while recklessly
charging into the street following the release of - You buy newspaper from me, sir. Sige na, Joe.
the first edition. The following afternoon, this –
sign stood at the corner leading to the
newspaper building: SLOW DOWN NEWSBOYS The other peered at him in surprise, then
COMING OUT. guffawed loudly, and waved him away. He said
thickly - Beat it, Flip boy! –
Victor grieved for his friend, and from that time
on he became even more taciturn and Victor stood rooted on the spot. He didn't
withdrawn. understand the words, but the gesture was
unmistakable. Some hostesses started giggling
HE avoided the Boulevard by night, with its nervously. He was about to turn away in anger
motionless ships, its necking couples, jagged and humiliation when another seaman, blonde
embankment and swaying trees, and stuck to and clean-shaven, gently laid a hand over him -
the well¬-populated areas. The bar district in Wait a minute, sonny. - Then he dipped into his
the southern part of the city began to attract pocket and handed over something to Victor. -
him, and fortified by his sheaf of newspapers, Here, take it, it's yours. Have a grand time with
which was like a badge of distinction for him, he it. –
would stare expressionlessly at the painted girls
posing before the doorways under the garish Victor thanked him automatically, and went out
neon signs, at the customers briefly eyeing swiftly. He looked at the paper bills in his hand
them before going in, and at the well-dressed and saw that they totaled two pesos, practically
bouncers. a night's work for him... and the pall that had
descended over him for weeks was suddenly
On this particular evening the bars were filled lifted, like a veil. He felt liberated, renewed. He
with foreign sailors, for a military exercise was wanted to sing out, to shout and dance about.
to be held within a few days. Red-faced and And he began to run, joy spurring him on.
grinning, the fair-complexioned seamen made
the rounds, boisterous, arm in arm sometimes, Later that night he recounted the incident to his
and swaying from side to side (they reminded surprised colleagues, who had never seen him
Victor of the man who had replaced his father). this garrulous before. He elaborated on the
Helmeted men, with MP arm-bands, stood in story, enriching it with imaginary details, and
front of some of the cocktail lounges. transformed it into a tale of danger, excitement
and exotic drama. As a clincher, he proudly
Victor approached one of the dives and, getting showed off his money, realizing his mistake in
a nod from the bouncer, who saw he was a the next instant. But it was too late. The others
newsboy, made his way in. It was almost pitch- began to advance toward him, encircling him.
dark inside, and it took a few minutes for his Their words were flung at him like stones:
eyes to grow accustomed to the cavern-like
atmosphere. Hostesses and sailors were - Why aren't you like us? -
grouped around the small tables, drinking,
talking and laughing shrilly while a combo - Why don't you smoke? -
belted out pulsating music and a singer strained
to make herself heard above the din. Some - Why don't you curse? -
couples were pawing each other.
- Say putangina.
and as he turned into a narrow sidestreet
Victor drew back, frightened. With a chill he leading to the avenida, he saw a policeman
remembered the time the Blumentritt boys had bending over a man sprawled on a heap, and
ganged up on him. - I don't say words like that. apparently asleep. The officer kept on shaking
– the fellow, who failed to respond. Then, cursing,
he hit him with his night stick, as Victor
- Say it! – watched...
- All right, all right, putangina. - But the ephitet HE reported for work the following evening,
carried no conviction, and he repeated it, prepared for anything. But nothing untoward
stronger this time. The boys laughed in derision, happened. Last night's incident seemed to have
and gave out a mirthless kind of cheer. After been forgotten, and the others made no
uttering the words, Victor could no longer reference to it. Then one of the boys, whom
control himself. He began screaming all kinds of Victor recognized as a ring-leader, went over to
curses, and he hurled himself bodily upon them, him and, apparently as a kind of peace offering,
kicking, hitting, screaming, in the grip of a fury held out a cigarette. Victor hesitated, then said
he had not known existed within him. he
didn't smoke.
With a great shout, the others fell upon him.
Newsboys sleeping on the ground woke up in The others began to form around him anew, but
alarm, the night circulation people looked this time their attitude was one of curiosity
around in consternation, and the turo-turo rather than of menace.
owner screamed. The melee continued until a
shouting security guard rushed in and roughly - Sige na, take it. It is very nice to smoke, and it
broke it up. He led Victor away, and was about is easy. All you have to do is take a deep breath,
to interrogate him when the boy, who had then exhale slowly.
sustained some cuts and bruises, broke free of
his grasp and fled into the night. And Victor, his last defenses down, leaned
forward and wearily accepted the cigarette,
He roamed the streets, the byways and while around them swirled the life of the city:
darkened alleys of the teeming district. He this city, flushed with triumphant charity
passed by children his age scrounging around campaigns, where workers were made to sign
trash cans, and dingy motels where couples statements certifying they received the
went in and out. One small restaurant, a focal minimum wage, where millionaire politicians
point of excitement during the daytime when received Holy Communion every Sunday, where
the racing results were posted, now stood silent mothers taught their sons and daughters the art
and almost empty, about to close down. His of begging, where orphans and children from
face and body ached from the blows he had broken homes slept on pavements and under
received, and a trickle of blood streamed down darkened bridges, and where best friends fell
his nostrils. He wiped this on his T-shirt. He out and betrayed one another.
seemed to be in good shape otherwise, and he
felt relief that the fight had been stopped in
time. His thoughts flew back and forth. He
promised himself that he would never go back
to the plant, but his resolve soon began to
weaken. He was at a loss as to what to do.