was walking quietly down the street when suddenly I was ambushed by
hundreds of Federal troops with rifles and machine guns who started
blazing away at me. Afraid that I would be shot to ribbons (remember
Viva Zapata) I sat down and concentrated hard.
enough it worked - just before they reached me, all the bullets turned
into beautiful small flowers and floated gently down to earth at my
feet. Still they went on firing, and still the bullets turned to flowers,
piling up around me in soft heaps of strange colours and enchanting