My son Mario had a teacher in the boarding school who always yelled at him. The teacher was so demanding that my son became a sleep-walker. He went on the roof and threw his schoolmates’ shoes in the yard. I thank the Virgin because since I took Mario out of this school, he stopped walking in the sleep.

The top shelf of my wardrobe was possessed by a horrible nagual who didn’t even let me take my new shoes. I prayed the Virgin of Guadalupe for her intervention so that she would deliver me from this evil animal. And June 4, 1959, it disappeared.

One night some martians landed on my farm. They got in my room through the window. I thank the Virgin of Zapopan for they didn’t abduct me or my dog that didn’t even wake up. One of my slippers is all they took.