On Fri, 10 Nov 1995, Gustavo Cordova Avila wrote:

	That same night, very late, he felt a movement. He woke
up suddenly, but didn't move. He heard a sound, a moan or
something like that, someone in a lot of pain... and then,
a stranger pulling himself out of the boxes. Distinctly,
almost as if it was daytime, he saw in his minds eye how he
crawled out out the boxes, moved a yard or two, tried to
climb to his feet and failed miserable falling back to his
knees, and threw up, right there, violent and painfully,
until it seemed that his guts were going to come out next. A
few minutes later he was still there, heaving even though he
didn't have anything left to throw out. Just watching, he
could almost feel the waves of pain coming to him.
	After what seemed an eternity, he returned to his
boxes, lay down in them and fell asleep. He didn't hear
anything else, so he rolled up in a ball, "relaxed and
thought pleasant thoughts".

I can't figure this part out.  You're using to many he's.

	<<Damn! Poor guy!>> "Who the hell did you mess with,
pal?" he murmured to himself. <<Well, seems to me you won't
be using this for a while>> he thought, and grabbed a
longish pack he had in his hands. And he pulled. And pulled.
And it didn't budge even an inch.

What the heck is he pulling on?  Who is pulling?

You need to name one of these guys and use the name, I can't tell them 
apart. 


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