'Put your fucking back into it.'

Plaster and marble were flying all over the place.

Glad I had the common sense to buy some security glasses.

The Guatemalans were just looking on.

There were no heroics.

They were more into saving themselves than a 300-year-old statue of St. Lucifer.

Stand back, I said to Max.

I could see a glitter of gold underneath.

The conquistadors were smarter than they let on.

Then the saint of the devil fell off its pedestal.

The cast cracked open and inside stood a Mayan god and didn't she glisten in the midday sun?

'Fuck the Mayan god of bloodletting,' said Max, who reached in and pulled  out the Dresden Codice.

I helped him by putting the Mayan god under my arm.

It was time to vamenos and never too late to learn Spanish.


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