1920, San Jeremias, my buddy caught me with his wife on a mat. He started to shoot at us. I give infinite thanks to the Holy Child of Atocha who protected me so no bullet hit me. She took them all, and I escaped.
T. C.
Retablo by Gonzalo Hernández
1920, San Jeremias, my buddy caught me with his wife on a mat. He started to shoot at us. I give infinite thanks to the Holy Child of Atocha who protected me so no bullet hit me. She took them all, and I escaped.
T. C.
Retablo by Gonzalo Hernández