Federico Stories Extras

Many years ago, during the Spanish colonization, a new priest was assigned to Patarrá in Costa Rica. For a while, the residents considered him an incredible person with unbreakable "values." He seemed to be the most honest and loyal person in town, a true representative of their Lord Jesus Christ. Several months passed, and a mysterious Spanish man, wearing a  mask, began to visit Escazú (a nearby town to Patarrá). He was a womanizer, greedy and brazen as no one the residents had ever met. He loved gambling in the bars every other night. The poor residents lost thousands of silver coins every time they played against him. He seemed to be unbeatable. And after his wins, he always chose the best woman and enjoyed his deserved "adventures." The masked man became notoriously wealthy as a few people. He had been earning tons of silver without limits. Everyone began getting suspicious of where he was from and where he was saving his insane fortune. Banks didn't exist ...

Long ago, when I was still young in 1997, I was coming back blind drunk to my house in Mixco, Guatemala. It had been a fantastic Friday; I had drunk several fine beers with my friends, and I felt like the king of that place. However, I would remember that night for the rest of my life, but not for this specific reason. I was not sure where I was going when suddenly I almost fell down on a massive cliff. How did I survive, you might be wondering? To be honest, I just felt an extremely fast wind that shoved me from the cliff. I hit the pavement very badly. The strange wind followed me from the distance until I arrived home safely. I am convinced the same wind had been protecting me before, but I was never sure if it had been my imagination only or something else, until that day. During the following weeks, I went to visit a childhood friend who lived in Jutiapa. I shared with him my odd experience with this odd wind that saved me. He was somehow concerned because he recognized what this...