Pagpag is Tagalog for the dust that shakes off your carpet or clothing. Now it also means the chicken meat one scavenges from the leftovers of another’s meal.
It takes a strong stomach to make a living from pagpag, to eat it and to watch it happen. It feels unreal to close that Youtube tab and scroll through my Facebook feed as life continues to be good and filled with excesses in my world.
I think suddenly of my Filipino colleague who lives and works here with her Swedish husband and has retirement plans in Manila where they own a condominium unit. Is this partly what fuels her pride and haughtiness? But don’t we all fall prey to comparison and inevitably base our identity and social standing upon it?
Don’t waste food, guys.