My father survived a terrible accident; he barely pulled through and had to have his spleen removed. After that, he was constantly sabotaged and slowed down in his work.

He went to see a friar, who told him: "Witches want to destroy you, but someone is praying for you, so they cannot harm you." It was his grandmother; she always prayed for him.

There was one witch from his village and a few others, but he never wanted to name them. He survived everything thanks to God and the prayers of his grandmother.