Bar “Come again”

I thank the Virgin of Guadalupe for the miracle of saving my life when my buddy put bullets into me thinking that I was in love with his wife.

Gabino M. — Mexico City, May 14, 1996

Catarino Carmona was spying on Jasinta swimming naked in the river. But then came her odious father and started shooting at him. He thanks Saint Elias with this retablo because no bullet hit him.

Puebla, 1914

I, Jesus, thank you, St. Eek Yordick, for delivering me from dying. My lover’s husband caught us in the middle of lovemaking, and from the eight bullets he shot seven got to my lover and one hit the wall. I promise not to get involve with married women whose husbands have pistols.

Virgin of San Juan, thank you for saving me from dying being shot by an asshole robber after refusing to give him my schoolbag.

Antonio Montiel
Olivar del Conde, Mexico City
March 10, 2009

In 1920 in San Nicolas my buddy caught me on the mat with his wife. He started to shoot at us. I give infinite thanks to the Holy Child of Atocha because bullets didn’t hit me. She took them all.

Serapio Papaqui thanks the Virgin of Guadalupe for letting him to keep dancing as hue hue at this year carnival. Last year he accidentally shot himself with carbine and almost died. He was afraid they wouldn’t let him to participate at the carnival after that accident and it’s been his family tradition for many years.

Huejotzingo, Puebla

I was a very jealous man. My jealousy went to extremes when I saw my beautiful wife reading a letter. I thought it was from a lover. The demon of jealousy clouded my mind and made me take the gun and point it to my wife. But then I felt two small hands pulling the gun aside. Later I found out that the letter was from my wife’s grandmother. I realized it was the Virgin who sent a little angel to save me from this horrible crime. My wife forgave me for being such an idiot.

February 20, I was painting graffiti and was shot by don Jose, policeman. In this mortal danger I implored you to save my life, Virgin of Gudalupe. You saved me, and now I’m alright and hanging out.

Jorge de Jesus
March 9, 1999

1921, in San Lorenzo my buddy caught me on the mat with his wife. He started to shoot at us. I give infinite thanks to St. Raymond because bullets didn’t hit me. She took them all.

Catarino R.

In the heat of the fight Visenta Lopez got confused and shot her old man in the ribs. He was badly screwed. Visenta thanks the Lord of the Wonders for the old man didn’t kick the bucket and got recovered.

Pachuca, Hidalgo, 1914

Eulalia Tepox heard a noise late at night. It was coming from a henhouse. She grabbed a pistol and went out. There she saw a horrible being—the Chupacabra—who had killed 80 of her chicken. Eulalia started shooting at it but with no result. The monster ran away. Then doña Eulalia entrusted herself to Saint John the Baptist and now thanks for delivering her from a bigger evil. She brings this as her testimony.

San Juan Cuatlancingo, Cholula, 1973

Thank you, Holy Virgin, for saving my son Felipe’s life. When he was leaving a mass he was shot by his friend who was drunk. He had been told that his wife had been cheating on him with Felipe.

Maria
1930, Varrio de la Soledad

Florino Rodriguez mistakenly entered into his neighbor’s room and was welcomed with bullets because the neighbor hated the fags. Florino thanks Saint Pontius Martyr for he was not wounded by such a big pistol.

Tlaxcala, 1940