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Chapter 12
I was very nervous when that Thursday when we were going on the show
came along. I’d never been on television before but I felt ready. I was
anxious to find out who those other people who shared my experience
were. That afternoon we drove there on Mr. B’s old car. With us were other
people who would participate on the show.
Among the people who would be on the show with us was Andy, a
fisherman who lives on the coast of Cabo Rojo. On the way to the
metropolitan area where the show was going to be taped we didn’t talk
about aliens or their crafts. I noticed Andy acted a bit more normally than
the other people in the car. That afternoon I never would have guessed that
in the future Andy, his wife Cindy, and their children would become such
great friends.
Mr. B drove like a maniac, but we got there alive. Mr. Martín, Mercedes,
and some other people were there waiting for us. While I was scared out of
my mind, Mr. Martín seemed confident and didn’t look the least bit
nervous. While we waited to be let in the studio Mr. B told me there were
CIA agents in the premises and that I should be careful and not to talk to
anybody. Though what he said was true, he didn’t have exaggerate it they
way he did. He should have taken into consideration my state. My knees
were actually shaking.
I thought that those agents from the CIA would grab me in any moments
notice, would take me out of there, and I would never be seen again. I
thought of thousands of horrible scenarios but thank God nothing
happened. The show started and everything went great. Mr. Ojeda was very
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