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also said I should try and get as much money from Mr. Martín as I could
because allegedly he was going to publish a book that talked about my
experience and showed my pictures. That afternoon he said things to me
that I dare not write in this book.
While all this was happening something occurred to me. Herein was the
solution to my problem: how to get in touch with the others that shared the
experience. Mr. B kept talking but I wasn’t listening anymore; I was lost in
my own thoughts. Before he finished what he was saying at the moment I
interrupted him.
- Yes. – I said.
- Yes to what? – He replied.
- Yes to the television show and to the magazine article. – I
answered.
His giant eyes got even bigger. I could almost hear the sounds of a cash
register coming from his head. Numbers and percentages calculated at
lightning speeds. He took off without saying a word, perhaps so I wouldn’t
back down.
Mr. Martín and I agreed that I would write the article for the magazine. In
it I would call to all those who suspected or thought the might have had a
something strange happen to them in the date that I would specify. I was
going to do the same in the television show. It was all settled and we
selected a date to go on Mr. Francisco Ojeda’s television show called
Ojeda sin Límite. Mr. Martín, another gentleman, and myself would be
featured that day.
A week before the show Mr. Martín showed up at home with a very elegant
woman. From inside his car he introduced me to her. They had come to
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