I do not remember how I acquiesced in being buried, rather I was a participant in burying myself. Dispersed images, and moments when the soul was tattooed with a thick tattoo, I do not know the extent of its effect on me. I certainly did not fail or break, it is an experience that can be said that I tried to die while I was alive.
Our exhumation reached the depth of the grave, there are close bones showing the location of each member, I was asked to strip all my clothes, carry a part of my umbilical cord that was kept in a jar and lie on my back. The last commandment was to place my grandfather's hand on my navel, which protruded from my stomach like a walnut. I did everything my grandmother and mother asked. My grandmother threw a black hood over, ordered me to put it over my face, and she and her daughter started throwing dirt on me..."
Number of pages: 264
