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Chapter 13
By now my brother Charlie and his wife had already transferred from Japan
to the United States. On their way over there they stopped in Puerto Rico to
visit us. While he was here he gave me the rest of the negatives he still kept
and I put an end to the damn issue once and for all…
In this house that I’ve already mentioned on numerous occasions I spent
the most beautiful moments of my life. There was a garage next to the
house which we call a marquesina. There I hung a hammock and placed
various chairs. From here I witnessed many fabulous sunsets. I used to love
to lie on my hammock in the late afternoons and watch this ball of fire
descend until it disappeared. I was at peace and ignorant to Mr. B’s exploits
behind my back.
One day when I got home I found Jorge Martín and Mercedes waiting for
me. They had come to warn me about Mr. B. They informed he was going
around badmouthing me out of revenge. And why? Because I wouldn’t let
myself be dominated by him. Because I excluded him from my circle of
friends for always thinking about the money he’d make off of my pictures;
the pictures he felt he had a right to. I also believe that besides money he
also wanted recognition. He desired this and also to be a part of the group
of people that were close to me and that had gone through an experience
like mine.
Mr. B was basically taking true facts and twisting them to the extent of
making the totally unrealistic. He would also just flat out lie to discredit
me. The issue with the marihuana cigarette he turned into a drug trafficking
novel. He said that I was one the biggest drug dealers in the country and
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