by Karen “Kaye” N. Quiñones
I arrived at Ateneo de Davao thirty-minutes passed eight in the morning. I was apprehensive because the program was to start by that time. (Being late on schedule is something that I am not fond of. I would rather be the one waiting than the one arriving late. ) With a bulky backpack and a heavy handbag, I asked the guard at the Roxas Avenue gate where the Davao Writers Workshop venue was. He told me that there was a workshop on the seventh floor, but he was not sure if that was the one I was referring to. He suggested that I use the elevator.
I reached the venue at almost nine o’ clock. I got lost inside the campus because I was not aware that there was a change of venue. Something was wrong with my cellphone so I opted to leave it at home. I went from the seventh floor down to the fifth floor, where the AVR is. The AVR was the initial meeting place. Inquiring from the people I passed by was no help since they were giving me wrong directions. I went from one empty room to another. The clock was ticking; I became more worried. I cannot be late. I remembered pausing for a while. I dropped my things due to exhaustion and decided not to attend the workshop anymore. Just by looking at the tall buildings in Ateneo, I thought to myself that there was no way I could locate the exact venue. I even presumed that the venue was transferred to Ponce Suites. Thoughts of going back home were so strong at that moment. I won the battle against myself when I enumerated my reasons why I should attend the workshop — first, not everyone was given this kind of opportunity; second, I need help in writing; third, I was waiting for this kind of workshop.




Being a volunteer and a participant of the Asian Forum for Solidarity Economy 2007 has enlarged my perspective. I have learned a new initiative called SOLIDARITY ECONOMY and that is what I’d like to tell you about. Not because I am a niece of Mr. Ben R. Quiñones, the event organizer, that automatically means I am widely informed about this topic. (Embarrassing as it seems, it’s quite the contrary). Since I learned to develop a hunger for knowledge, I kept an open mind to the discussions and whatever information that was available.
