This
post is sponsored by Avida Land, an Ayala Land company.
I grew
up in a building. Back then it was gray and white. Now the façade is a pale
green, a dubious color in my mind. It stands 8 stories high, tiny by today’s
standards and has a 2-level basement where I learned to ride my skateboard down
its ramps when no cars were passing through.
We
were walled-in by offices inside buildings much higher than our own. Full of
busy people doing busy things. But at night, the city became quiet. The people
who came here during the day to work and eat retreated back into their cars and
drove away. Night returned the city to the people who call this home. This was
Makati in the 80s.
