About Me:
“I understood: he opens the book by telling about his life; other righteous people also speak about their lives.”
I will make this very brief. This video is a complement so that the other one I am going to point out can be understood.
It was the year 1998. I was 23 years old and living in Balconcillo. One day, a friend from my neighborhood and I were traveling along this avenue in a coaster (minibus), heading toward downtown Lima, where there was a nightclub on Jirón de la Unión called “El Cerebro,” located between Jirón Cuzco and Jirón de la Unión.
It was around the winter of 1998. I had told this friend about the story of a strange girl who harassed me by phone and would make me look for her only to reject me afterward and say strange things to me. I told Johan how intrigued I was, and that I had written a letter to Sandra and slipped it under the door of her house. In that letter I asked her why she was doing all of that to me, why she kept calling me, and above all, what she wanted from me, and why she behaved so strangely: whether it was because of some witchcraft performed by my ex-girlfriend Mónica, or whether Sandra herself was making fun of me. I told her that I needed an answer because I needed to define the course of my life.
I told all this to my friend Johan. It was a weekday, a Tuesday if I remember correctly.
And Johan said to me, “Let’s go to a nightclub. Forget about her. We need to look for girls. Forget about that girl. Maybe it’s witchcraft, but turn the page already. There’s nothing else you can do there.”
I replied, “You’re right. Let’s go to El Cerebro.”
At that time, we boarded a coaster. It was around 8:00 p.m. I had enrolled in a course at the IDAT institute, an AS/400 course that I attended only on Saturdays.
So, as I was riding the coaster toward downtown Lima—the coaster was a vehicle like those red ones, a minibus, like the red one on that corner, that type of vehicle; that is what coasters were, small buses—
I said, “Hey Johan, since we’re going to pass by the IDAT Institute where I study on Saturdays, come with me while I pay my monthly tuition, and then we’ll head to El Cerebro. We’re already on the way.”
“Oh, okay then.”
“Great.”
We got off right here at this same corner. There was a street here; this was the continuation of it. Jirón Pablo Bermúdez extended all the way over there to Petit Thouars Avenue.
We got off here, and right at that corner, the IDAT corner, I saw Sandra standing there. So I said to Johan:
“That’s Sandra, man. That’s the girl I’ve been telling you about, the one who seems half crazy and keeps bothering me. I don’t know what’s wrong with her, you understand? Stay here, man. I’m going to ask her whether she already read the letter I slipped under her door. If she read it, I want to know what she says. I explain everything in that letter. Stay here, man. If she sees you with me, and since she’s so disturbed, she might think we’re going to do something bad to her. Stay here.”
“Yeah, yeah, okay,” he said.
So I crossed the street and went over there toward the traffic light. I stopped around where that couple is standing and said:
“Sandra…”
Let’s go over there to make it more realistic.
My friend Johan stayed back there, and I came over here. I saw her standing here, roughly at this spot, and she was with her friend Jessica.
I said:
“Sandra, well? Did you read my letter? Do you realize everything I did for you, and the reasons why I didn’t tell you these things before? Well, because my ex-girlfriend Mónica threatened to kill you, etc., etc., etc.”
While I was standing there, she gave a whistle and called three guys.
One was hidden over there, another came from behind her, and another came from over here. In other words, they were positioned in those three places. One was hidden over there, another was here, and another was over there, who was supposedly her cousin.
A tall cousin came up to me and said:
“So you’re the guy who keeps harassing her, the idiot who keeps harassing my cousin.”
I replied:
“What? Harassing? No, not at all. I’m not harassing anyone. My letter literally says, ‘What’s wrong with you? What do you want from me?’ That’s not harassment. Have you even read it?”
“I haven’t read that stupid nonsense,” or something along those lines, he said.
Then someone behind me, the other individual, grabbed me by the neck and threw me to the ground. They knocked me down here, and the two of them started kicking me. Sandra was standing there with my former classmate Jessica, watching as they beat me.
There was also a third person, around 15 or 16 years old, going through my pockets. The three of them started attacking me. The young thug searched my pockets and kicked me at the same time, while the other two were kicking me. I was on the ground, covering my face because I had recently undergone nose surgery.
Then my friend Johan—fortunately it seems they had not noticed him—came from over there, stood here, and confronted the one who had grabbed me by the neck. That allowed me to get up, and I began fighting with Sandra’s cousin, or supposed cousin.
Then the young thug who had been searching my pockets came over here, picked up some stones, and started throwing them.
We were managing to hold our own in the fight, but when he started throwing stones, I said to Johan:
“Johan, let’s go to the other entrance, the one on Jirón Pablo Bermúdez. The security guards are there. Maybe they’ll help us.”
So we went to the IDAT entrance on Jirón Pablo Bermúdez. Outside there was a police officer, a motorcycle officer, a dark-skinned man. He said:
“What’s going on here? What’s happening?”
At that point, the darker-skinned man and the young thug who had been throwing stones ran off, and only the cousin remained—the fair-skinned one, Sandra’s supposed cousin, whom I had never seen before that day.
The police officer said:
“Alright, let’s go to the police station and sort this out.”
Sandra became frightened and said:
“No, no, no. Leave it here. Let it end here.”
But before that she had told him:
“He’s harassing me.”
And I denied it:
“No, I’m not harassing her. Quite the opposite.”
So when the officer said, “Let’s go to the police station,” she refused. She did not want to go because she became frightened and had a guilty conscience.
She left with her cousin, and I stayed there with the police officer and my friend Johan.
The officer then told me:
“Haven’t you looked at yourself in the mirror? You have your looks. Why don’t you find another girl?”
I replied:
“It’s not the way you imagine.”
Now the question is:
How could she have known that I was going to get off there when that was not part of my routine?
Why was she waiting for me?
How did she know that at that exact moment I was going to be there, when it was not my routine and was a decision that occurred to me at the last minute while I was riding that bus?
That is something I would like her to answer. I would like her to answer because I do not have any answers myself. I can only speculate that she was a witch or a spiritualist woman.
But what she did—slander, defamation, physical aggression, and many other bad things against me—is something I will not forgive. I want justice.
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