16 years away from the Philippines, I embarked on a journey home on November 22, 1972, filled with anticipation to surprise my family. However, my return was fraught with unexpected challenges. At Manila airport, immigration questioned me for only speaking English and not Filipino, then confiscated my expired passports and took me to a mysterious ‘Engineering Island,’ an outdoor ‘waiting room’ for those seeking freedom. With no money, freedom was unattainable despite the cries for it written on the walls. Surveillance was everywhere, and I could only dream of freedom. I thought this trip would be a beautiful memory, but it turned into an indefinite wait. I hope this is just a brief nightmare and that my brother and mother in Central won’t worry too much. I hope to soon leave ‘Engineering Island’ behind and start the real surprise. The journey home turned dark as I was detained during President Ferdinand Marcos’ martial law in the Philippines. The lack of freedom was palpable among th...