It’s gone, but they’re still there. The corrugated iron sheets that they called roof had been taken away. The wooden panels of their make-shift home were now gone. Their shanty was dismantled, leaving them cold and roofless on this rainy Monday. Of course, you could only guess what the authorities did to their home and sari-sari store; by the time you saw the inhabitants, all that was left was a small table lined with what they used to sell in their shop.