My daughter Juanita tried to save a cat who fell in the well and stuck at a bump, but almost fell down as well. Only thanks to the Virgin of the Rosary’s protection her dress caught a nail. Her sister Marta managed to grab her and cried for help. I thank for that.

I dedicate this retablo to Saint Martin de Porres. For a long time, I was drinking, idling about and stealing. I didn’t care about my father’s carpenter shop. So now I became a fakir. I hammer nails not in the timber, but into my tongue and my body.