I’m in the altar of Haydée, who lives in a small town on the outskirts of San Juan. It is the first time I have ever entered her altar. She shows me around, pointing out and explaining, shelf by shelf, the various ritual objects and their significance, her way, I sense, of introducing herself and her trade to me: "My rosary is the one of San Judas Tadeo, that one over there is San Aparicio el Beato, he helps find lost things; this is Papá Candelo—this saint deals with the dead, he’s a palero. With his help, if you put your enemies in the cauldron he makes them disappear, but you have to do it outside the altar. Here is the Mano Poderosa; a santera [one who is initiated in Santería] gave it to me after I helped her with a magic work. She came to me although I told her I don’t deal with Santería. She came to me because a doctor cannot cure herself. After she saw the results of my magic, on a Mother’s Day she brought me the Mano Poderosa. Outside, in the niche, I have the Milagrosa, and these two are the Marta la Dominadora; they help dominate your enemies. That one is the Madama, she’s a coquette like me. Then, the Buddha for good luck, San Lázaro, El Niño de Atocha, and this is my Papá Dios. On this side is La Virgen del Perpetuo Socorro, La Virgen Guadalupana [the Virgin of Guadalupe]. I found this one in a well—she is the saint of theMexicans. This is the Cross, the one Papá Dios was nailed on"