On the road going down to the town, I noticed that my bus’ brakes went out. There was a christian with donkeys in front of me, next to a cliff at one side and stones at another. I didn’t know what would be worse, to kill this man with the donkeys or to crash my passengers. I entrusted myself to the Virgin of San Juan, and the man with the donkeys moved aside. I flew near him at high speed. I managed to brake at the end of the slope. I thank for I didn’t have to kill anybody.