Chocolate taste

Apr 30th, 2010 | By | Category: Ministry

Friday, 30th April


A gin and tonic would be nice: Bombay Sapphire and Schweppes tonic water. Lemon and ice would be dispensable and, in the absence of a crystal tumbler, a china mug would suffice. In the absence of gin, the tonic water would do. Isn’t the quinine supposed to be good at warding off malaria, or something like that?

The mention of chocolate brings thoughts of bars of Cadbury’s, lines and lines of bars along a shop counter. I haven’t bought a bar of chocolate for months and months, why would there be an urge now for a large bar of Fruit and Nut?

Once before, I bought both in the same evening. Arriving on the Filipino island of Negros in January 1991, a board for a local cinema advertised the screening of ‘To Kill a Priest’, a fictional story inspired by the priest who was murdered during the suppression of Solidarity in 1980s Poland. Our Filipino companion looked at it, ‘They don’t need that film here; a priest is already dead’.

A priest of the Philippine Independent Church had been shot dead by right-wing gunmen outside a cafe; his crime had been to speak for land rights for peasants. Someone did not like what he was saying and had him killed in public.

Going to his wake was an experience never forgotten – a mixture of apprehension, fear and admiration. The gauntlet of paramilitary checkpoints, where a small group of Europeans elicited not much more than curiosity and casual contempt, would also have been experienced by friends and colleagues of the priest, whose lives would have been in danger from those asking them questions.

Paying our respects and journeying back to the city, the comfortable hotel, with its en suite facilities and colour television in every room, seemed surreal, a place entirely detached from the blood and death context in which it was situated.

Sitting in the bar, trying to come to terms with all that happened during the course of the evening, a waiter came to take an order for drinks. ‘A gin and tonic, please’.

Beer would have been the usual order, San Miguel is very good. In retrospect, it seemed like a seeking after comfort; the drink of polite gatherings before polite dinners; the drink of clergy sitting down with friends.

The drinks finished, it was time to go to our rooms. The hotel had a small shop; in the middle of the counter was a bar of Cadbury’s Fruit and Nut. While the others drifted off, I bought the tiny bar of chocolate.

For the Philippines, it was hideously expensive, 90 Pesos, which at the time was equivalent to about £1.80; it was also equivalent to about three days wages for a labourer on a plantation. Guiltily eating it, square by square, its taste lingered down the years.

A glass of gin or a bar of chocolate would be nice; but the circumstances are very different from that night in what seems like a different lifetime.

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