Tatak Orig is returning. He will be there from June 12 to July 17th
The great grand child of the pesky old rooster
will still crow at the dawn's early light as surely as the santol will hit the roof.....
reminding him that little has ever changed.
After many tearful goodbyes
The smell of the museum by the sea will always be
in his blood.
The traffic,
Old haunts long forgotten,
dreams--frozen in time like a block of ice from Mejia's.
His old rickety bed had waited long enough for his return.
As the two fruit trees stand guard awaiting his return,
the old familiar streets bear the same cracks of years gone by.
Eager hellos await him, wondering, questioning...
Happy that he has his shield of gold supporting him and giving him strength.
Life has again come full circle.
He knows that he cannot move forward unless he steps back.
