24
JUAN FRANCISCO BLANCO
“I have been present for your great-great-grandmother’s
birth. I watched over her the entire time she was alive; and the
same for your great-grandmother, her daughter, your
grandmother, her daughter, your mother, and now you.” Pancho
told her.
“That’s...well, that’s impossible! Okay, where was I born
then?” Bardala questioned.
“You were born when four stars and two planets of this Sun
were in alignment. You were born in a city on the Pacific Ocean
in Mexico called Puerto Vallarta. You were born at six A.M., the
day on your calendar was February twenty-second, nineteen
ninety-four. Your mother, Teresa, was born in a small town in
Mexico called Atolinga, in the State of Zacatecas at five-thirty in
the morning, on March the sixth, nineteen hundred and seventythree. There were five stars that made a pattern in the southern
sky. The pattern was like this,” Pancho drew a pentagon in the
sand as he talked.