It happened on May 17, 1998. When I was coming out a restaurant in Polanco and was going to drop my boss, four subjects blocked my way. They blindfolded me and took me to a suburb. They told me it was a kidnapping. I felt asleep, and the morning I woke up in a drainage in Nezahualcoyotl. Since I saw that my ears weren’t cut off and all my fingers are in place I gratefully dedicate this retablo to the Archangel of Justice for protecting me.