aatt~anie/would have preferred not to see the light of day， but the<br >sun tiltermg through the holes in the bi~ top was already splash-<br >ing down on him. The roaring laughter of his fellow workers，<br >especially that of I-tercules， still resounded in his head， and he<br >wondered if the morning would be a continuation of tlae night<br >Iwfi~re. lie rolled over a couple of times in his c()t befi~re gettin~<br >up. t It ，v:ls gl，ld to note he was alone. After what had happened<br >the previous night， he didn t feel like seeing anyone.<br > For the first time， lie had felt comfortable enough with the<br >group to tell them something about his life-- something per-<br >sonal， t It told them that one of his ancestors had been the Pres-<br >ident of the Republic， and tie also explained how he had lost<br >the sight in his left eye. "My father got pissed off at me and he<br >picked up the ladle fi~r the beans so he could give me a thrash-<br >ing. And I， idi，~t that 1 was， curious to see how he was beating<br >me， left my eyes wide open until the ladle sank into my left eye，<br >slicing it just like a hard-boiled egg. We looked everywhere for<br >the piece of my eye and finally gave up. Then， at dinner， my<br >fi/ther asked my mother if the beans had bacon in theln. When<br >she replied no， he went straight t:o the kitchen sink and spit<br >out." And while no one had believed such a story， everyone<br >