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evidence. I told him that Mr. Mr. Martín was a very serious person and that
he had promised to protect me in case anything happened. Also that I
wouldn’t hand over the ‘baby’ without having everything on paper first. He
said I should still think about, and also mentioned he felt that I should back
out while there was still time. He reminded me of our grandmother’s health
and that she wouldn’t survive another stressful event.
The nightmares came back, and even stronger. Starting to talk about
everything again brought them back. I again started to try and remember
what had happened during that lost time. I was always distracted at work
and on top of that had other new problems.
Though Mr. Martín had kept his word regarding the confidentiality of the
whole matter, it was not the case with Mr. B. We had agreed that if the case
was mentioned at any time my identity would not be revealed. It could be
discussed and analyzed yet no information regarding my identity, place of
work, or home would be provided. There were people who came to the
Tamarindo asking questions and commenting on matters I hadn’t discussed
with the general public. When I asked these people where they lived the
majority said they lived in the same neighborhood as Mr. B. This wasn’t
just a coincidence.
Mr. B started to bring different people to my home to meet me. Word got
out and people started to park outside my home and sit on their cars to
watch the sky and our house. This was intolerable. If I went out for any
reason whatsoever they followed me in their cars. They hoped something
similar to what had happened to me in 1988 would repeat itself and if it did
they wanted to be there and maybe even ‘star’ in the whole ordeal. My
grandmother was really upset with all this and I didn’t tell my other aunts
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