Federico Stories Extras

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...

Long ago, a black horseman started to appear in the streets of Puebla. His appearance was extremely curious because he was dressed in a black suit with some gold and silver buttons. He was gallant with an elongated figure and an imposing posture. Also, he rode a peculiar horse with fur of the same color, with eyes that look like two balls of fire. No one could understand why someone so elegant had come to their lands, but the truth was that he was the devil's personal collector and had come to collect the fees of his master. Everything started in Tlaxcala just after the Spanish Independence. The black horseman (El Charro Negro in Spanish) was born into a very humble family, something he never accepted. He always hated to have his hands full of dirt because of his work and he could never achieve the riches he deserved. He felt he was destined to become the best of the best. The black horseman felt so bad that he had a very low status that he preferred to go without eating to collec...

Many years ago, I was a young and handsome man. I was considered one of those men who could conquer the heart of any woman if I wanted. No one was better than me in this art. My life was fantastic, full of women and success. I was unstoppable. I was climbing into the corporate world extremely fast. However, one terrible night, I will recall for the rest of my life! It was a Friday 13 th in 1994 when the CEO promoted me to General Manager of the organization. I felt so amazing I invited my best peers to the   December 6 th Bar in English ( Bar 6 de Deciembre in Spanish )  in Portoviejo. It was the best night in many years with several beautiful women, the finest beers, and the best music in town, what a memorable night should have been, but it was not. After I had left the bar, I was dead drunk. I could barely recognize where I was. So many beers that I lost count when I was on my tenth one. However, my guts were telling me that this was an abnormal night and that I should ...