A November 8 I was born in the municipality Cabimas of Zulia State, Venezuela. That day I was locked up in a small space "let's call it a room", it was a little humid, hot and dark but I felt very good there, I didn't lack anything. Suddenly, I saw a sharp object going through the walls of my room, I remember that at that moment I had to move my arm so that it wouldn't cut me, later on an external force takes my feet and pulls me little by little until I was completely out of where I was.

There was a lot of light, I couldn't open my eyes, I wasn't used to receiving so much light, I felt that my pupils were burning, at that time and even though I couldn't open my eyes I was calm, "I would say happy, I had a smile on my face". I was still connected to my room until the doctor cut a cable, I thought I cut the light, but no, nothing happened. After a short time I was placed with my head down and then a slap give me on the right buttock, I burned so much that I cried with all my strength, meanwhile, I could only hear a lady say - is the child okay, As if it was necessary to hit me to know if it was okay, I think it was easier to ask. Maybe it hit me because I didn't know how to defend myself, I was only one day old and I hadn't eaten yet.

I was crying for a while, one reason was the spanking I had received and the other reason was because I had not eaten anything, I think at that time there were no glasses or bottles, because my mother was forced to give me milk attached to her breasts, I did not understand at that time because I moved, maybe it was because one was salty and the other was sweet.

During that moment I felt sticky, as if I had days without bathing, a pious hand wiped me with water and dried me with a cloth, I remember that Mazinger Z was the drawing that had the cloth, in short, I felt sorry that the visitors saw me dirty and naked, thank God that someone gave me a clean on top, just as I bathe today.

Everything was different, I didn't worry about doing my needs in my dark room, for strange reasons I didn't need to clean up. On the other hand, that day, that November 8, I did one of my mischiefs little odorous and I had to clean myself with the sheet I had to cover myself, I felt sorry with mom because she was asleep and tired, when she woke up and saw that disaster she only said, "son you filled me all", from that moment I learned to go to the bathroom, but there was a detail, I could not arrive because I still did not know how to walk.

A slight tingling in my eyes and an immense desire to do nothing led me to take a nap, my mother curled up, I slept pleasantly open-mouthed with slime included, so ended that day, that November 8 the day I was born.