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Acapulco and Manila: Embedded by history and blood in a common past

By BY THE WAY | By Max V. Soliven | May 18, 2003 - 12:00am

ACAPULCO, Mexico – A full moon, bright as a silver penny, hangs over the blue-gray of the Pacific, gilding the ocean as the white frost of its waves beat upon the shore. My balcony overlooks this scene torn...

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