Holy Child of Atocha, thanks for your favors. It happened so that my friend and I went for bread, and a man jumped out before us and opened his coat showing us his parts. We told about this to our friends. The next night, we ran into this degenerate again. But our friends were hiding. They jumped out and gave him a beating so he didn’t show up anymore in our neighborhood. I thank the Holy Child for the exhibitionist didn’t come back.

Lidia Gomez, 1968