A couple of days have already passed by when I first laid eyes on the chaos and, at the same time, devotion that is the Feast of the Black Nazarene. The feeling still lingers although I’m sure it’s not a sepanx. A form, maybe, but more like the disbelief that I’ve finally seen this Feast with my own two eyes.
To say that it was chaotic is an understatement. At one point, even Jec got nervous that something might happen because it was really wild in the crowd down there. We were already on the viewing deck of National Museum but somehow the devotees still found a way to go up the gates and press us, along with the media personnel, against the walls.