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have had experiences related to the phenomenon. Either way I still asked
him if he could talk to Mr. B so that he’d quit following me around. He
promised he would do so.
We agreed to stay in touch but I didn’t give him my number. I told him I’d
call if I wanted to talk. When he left I was felt the sensation that a great
friendship had commenced.
I’m sure Martín spoke to Mr. B but now he hassled me more than ever. It
bothered me to go to work knowing that he might show up and try to get
more information. He followed me everywhere: the supermarket, the
beach, the car mechanic, through every street and everywhere I went. He’d
become a huge threatening shadow.
I came to the conclusion that his obsession was based on the money he
wanted to make off of my pictures. I realized this after he started to talk
about their worth. He had a thousand ideas for them. Every time he
mentioned the potential gains his eyes got wider. He’d totally lost site of
the objective of Jorge Martín’s investigation. I talked to the editor again,
and on multiple occasions after, about his friend harassing and poor
professional behavior. I never told him about his friend’s real objectives
and the repeated mentions of the monetary value of the pictures after being
analyzed by experts.
My brother Charlie and I started to talk about the ‘baby’ again. We talked
about the fact that there were copies of my pictures going around already
but that what the CIA was after were the negatives. So when I told him that
I needed to have the ‘baby’ examined by doctors he opposed. He reminded
me of what happened to people who possessed this sort of graphic
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