I've mentioned in passing people writing names and phone numbers on money. I wrote that off as I'd never see another one again, until I got this crumpled up and old (wet) twenty peso bill at the Sagada market. This woman was mysterious, writing only her name and city across Manuel Quezon's face.
I'm not sure how old the money was, but perhaps it has been in circulation in the informal economy for so long (Bangko Sentral mandates that vandalized bills get sequestered and replaced), that it continues to bear a pre-cellphone call for friendship. Or perhaps a bizarre declaration of ownership. Shrug shrug.
