Victor Manuel Aguilar Monge is a smiling, flashing-eyed Costa Rican youngster who knows where Heaven is. It is, he is sure, the U.S. the place that sends shining Buicks and glistening DC-35 to his native San Jose. When he was 15, Victor Manuel packed up, wrapped a piece of soap and a towel in his other blue shirt, and started for Heaven. Last week he told his strange story.
He moved pretty fast. Sometimes he got lifts, sharing the rear hump of a burro with a friendly peon or clinging to the bouncing tailboard of a truck. He walked a...
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