I WILL never forget Edward Fabish; he made me rich.

I never thought things would turn out this way. Eight years ago, I was working as a stenographer at the Manila Prosecutors’ Office in City Hall.

THE song about stopping the world and melting with somebody kept playing in my head while working on this magazine, especially on the cover story “Free Movement.”

The song’s lyrics may be about this thing called love but Mr. Jeremaiah Opiniano’s story sums up the level that Filipino migration achieved since the early 80s, the so-called second wave.