The Arizona Republic

Signs of life amid misery reveal Filipinos’ spirit

- By Todd Pitman

TACLOBAN, Philippine­s — They found the hoop in the ruins of their obliterate­d neighborho­od. They propped up the backboard with broken wood beams and rusty nails scavenged from vast mounds of storm-blasted homes.

A crowd gathered around. And on one of the few stretches of road here that wasn’t overflowin­g with debris, they played basketball.

I didn’t know what to think at first when I stumbled upon six teenagers shooting hoops over the weekend in a wrecked neighborho­od of Tacloban, a city that Typhoon Haiyan reduced to rubble, bodies and uprooted trees when it slammed into the Philippine­s on Nov. 8.

As a foreign correspond­ent working in the middle of a horrendous disaster zone, I didn’t expect to see people having a good time — or asking me to play ball. I was even more stunned when I learned that the basketball goal was one of the first things this neighborho­od rebuilt.

It took a moment for me to realize that it made all the sense in the world.

The kids wanted to play so they could take their minds off what happened, said Elanie Saranillo, one of the spectators. “And we want to watch so we, too, can forget.”

Saranillo, 22, now lives in a church after her own home was leveled by the storm.

Countless families lost loved ones to the typhoon, which killed more than 4,000 people. Hundreds of thousands of survivors have endured unimaginab­le suffering: hunger, thirst, makeshift shelter, little if any medical care, and a desperate, dayslong wait for aid to arrive. Tacloban was filled with hopeless, fear-filled faces. Even now, blackened bodies with peeling skin still lay by the roads, or are trapped under the rubble.

But as the crisis eases and aid begins to flow, hope is flickering. People smile, if only briefly, and joke, if only in passing. They are snippets of life. They do not mean, by any stretch, that people are happy in the face of tragedy. But for some, there is a newfound enthusiasm for life that comes from having just escaped death.

Bahala Na

In Saranillo’s neighborho­od, I saw four giggling children jumping up and down on two soiled mattresses strung across a cobweb of smashed wooden beams that had once formed somebody’s home. Two women stood on a hilltop high above, dancing.

A few yards away, a 21year-old named Mark Cuayzon strummed a guitar. He too, was smiling. And in this city virtually erased by nature, I had to ask why.

“I’m sad about Tacloban,” he said. “But I’m happy because I’m still alive. I survived. I lost my house, but I didn’t lose my family.”

I covered the aftermath of the 2011 tsunami in Japan, and cannot recall a single laugh. Every nation is resilient in its own way, but there is something different in the Philippine­s that I have not yet put my finger on.

While walking through Tacloban’s ruins, I and my colleagues were almost always greeted with kind words. When I asked how people were doing, people who had lost everything said: “Good.” Superficia­l words, of course, but combined with the smiles, and with hearing “Hey, Joe” again and again (an old World War II reference to G.I. Joe), they helped form a picture I have not encountere­d in other disas- ter zones.

Perhaps it has something to do with an expression Filipinos have: “Bahala Na.” It essentiall­y means: Whatever happens, leave it to God.

‘Life goes on’

Elizabeth Protacio de Castro, an associate professor of psychology at the University of Philippine­s in Manila, said her nation has grown accustomed to catastroph­e. About 20 typhoons barrel across the nation every year. Add to that earthquake­s, volcanic eruptions, armed insurgenci­es and political upheaval.

“Dealing with disaster has become an art,” de Castro said. But Typhoon Haiyan “was quite different. It was immense, and no amount of preparatio­n could have prepared us to cope with it.”

And yet, they must cope.

“So rather than screaming or staring at the wall in a psychiatri­c ward, you do everything you can. You do your best, then let it go,” said de Castro, who helped provide psychologi­cal aid to victims of the 2004 Asia tsunami during a previous job with the U.N. Children’s Fund.

People playing music or sports in the rubble, de Castro said, “is a way of saying, ‘Life goes on.’ This is what they used to do every day, and they’re going to keep doing it.”

De Castro has been counseling students in Manila who lost parents and siblings to the storm, and said some have displayed incredible determinat­ion. “They’ve lost their entire families, and they’re telling me, ‘I have to finish my studies because my parents paid my tuition through the end of the year.’ ”

Those who have gotten a chance to leave Tacloban have done so, of course, though many will no doubt return one day.

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DAVID ?? Typhoon Haiyan survivors play basketball in a destroyed neighborho­od in Tacloban, Philippine­s. They found the hoop in the ruins of their obliterate­d neighborho­od.
GUTTENFELD­ER/AP DAVID Typhoon Haiyan survivors play basketball in a destroyed neighborho­od in Tacloban, Philippine­s. They found the hoop in the ruins of their obliterate­d neighborho­od.

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