Tips on gettin' nekkid with bongos. Their tiny souls toss about forever in the winds, never coming to rest, whispering feverishly in your ear. This is the fourth in a series of dispatches from our correspondent in coastal Mexico. Several years ago, after two devastating hurricanes hit the Puerto Perdido area, word was that a child was born in a nearby community. He proclaimed that earthquakes, a deluge and three more hurricanes were on their way.
Witches are everywhere, and can be dangerous.
Friend Jorge, a sensible type, explained to me that his stepfather died because some of the neighbors were jealous of his land holdings. They hired a witch to put a curse on him and the old man died soon after the curse was laid. They were relatively prosperous, owned a hectare or two, several goats and cows. They're good solid people. Like many Mexicans, it's a matriarchal family.