"Do I need to enter into war, don Juan?" I asked, genuinely worried after he declared that theconcern with war was something that I would need someday. I had already learned to takeeverything he said with the utmost seriousness."You bet your boots," he replied, smiling. "When you have absorbed all there is to be absorbed inthis area, I'll move away."I had no grounds to doubt what he was saying, but I couldn't conceive of him as living anywhereelse. He was absolutely part of everything that surrounded him. His house, however, seemed indeedto be a temporary dwelling. It was a shack typical of the Yaqui farmers; it was made out of wattleand daub with a flat, thatched roof; it had one big room for eating and sleeping and a rooflesskitchen."It's very difficult to deal with overweight people," he said.It seemed to be a non sequitur, but it wasn't. Don Juan was simply going back to the subject he hadintroduced before I had interrupted him by hitting my back on the wall of his house."A minute ago, you hit my house like a demolition ball," he said, shaking his head slowly from sideto side. "What an impact! An impact worthy of a portly man."I had the uncomfortable feeling that he was talking to me from the point of view of someone whohad given up on me. I immediately took on a defensive attitude. He listened, smirking, to myfrantic explanations that my weight was normal for my bone structure."That's right," he conceded facetiously. "You have big bones. You could probably carry thirty morepounds with great ease and no one, I assure you, no one, would notice. I would not notice."His mocking smile told me that I was definitely pudgy. He asked me then about my health ingeneral, and I went on talking, desperately trying to get out of any further comment about myweight. He changed the subject himself."What's new about your eccentricities and aberrations?" he asked with a deadpan expression.I idiotically answered that they were okay. "Eccentricities and aberrations" was how he labeled myinterest in being a collector. At that time, I had taken up, with renewed zeal, something that I hadenjoyed doing all my life: collecting anything collectible. I collected magazines, stamps, records,World War II paraphernalia such as daggers, military helmets, flags, etc."All I can tell you, don Juan, about my aberrations, is that I'm trying to sell my collections," I saidwith the air of a martyr who is being forced to do something odious."To be a collector is not such a bad idea," he said as if he really believed it. "The crux of the matteris not that you collect, but what you collect. You collect junk, worthless objects that imprison youas surely as your pet dog does. You can't just up and leave if you have your pet to look after, or if you have to worry about what would happen to your collections if you were not around.""I'm seriously looking for buyers, don Juan, believe me," I protested."No, no, no, don't feel that I'm accusing you of anything," he retorted. "In fact, I like yourcollector's spirit. I just don't like your collections, that's all. I would like, though, to engage yourcollector's eye. I would like to propose to you a worthwhile collection."Don Juan paused for a long moment. He seemed to be in search of words; or perhaps it was only adramatic, well-placed hesitation. He looked at me with a deep, penetrating stare. "Every warrior,as a matter of duty, collects a special album," don Juan went on, "an album that reveals thewarrior's personality, an album that attests to the circumstances of his life.""Why do you call this a collection, don Juan?" I asked in an argumentative tone. "Or an album, forthat matter?""Because it is both," he retorted. "But above all, it is like an album of pictures made out of memories, pictures made out of the recollection of memorable events.""Are those memorable events memorable in some specific way?" I asked."They are memorable because they have a special significance in one's life," he said. "My proposalis that you assemble this album by putting in it the complete account of various events that havehad profound significance for you."