The 88th Street Of Bangkulasi
Every year, people of a humble community living in the 88th Street of Bangkulasi are gathered inside a church. And each year, eighty-eight candles are being litted by children with disability, kids with less than ten fingers and very few assisted kids with no natural fingers at all.
One purpose of lighting the candles is for Thanksgiving. And again on or before Christmas Day before the end of the year.
There are eighty-eight sticks in a standard piano -- 88 tones being played and heard by churchgoers, participants and volunteers as they sing the church hymns.
The eighty-eight litted candles can represent many other things, depending on how people see and interpret things around them.
One child asked the priest, "Of all numbers, why '88' ?"
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