The ferry ride is the first of your life and while it is not a particularly long, the movement of the waves, combined with the heat of the cramped, enclosed space, is more than enough to make you sick.  But you know there is no escaping this pine box until you reach the funeral home, and with all your might manage to keep still. Eventually, the ferry reaches the dock and the chaos of the unloading of passengers and cargo muffles in your ears as you listen intently for Dr Duterte’s voice.  Many minutes later, you hear a tap-tap-tap on the lid of your coffin and the deep tenor of a woman’s voice ordering that you be loaded into her horse-drawn hearse. Strong men hoist you up and in moments you are on your way.

 

CONGRATULATIONS!

YOU HAVE ARRIVED TO FREEDOM IN PHILADELPHIA