Balamkú [Balamku]

Dear archaeologist, As a former student of my father, you will know that he was a renowned archaeologist who dedicated his life to the study of the ancient Mayan civilization. He thought that only knowing in detail his secrets, we would know the origin of humanity. But, on one of his trips to Chichen Itza, almost 50 years ago, he lost track of him for more than three months. When he finally returned, it wasn't him... He was absent, he became a paranoid hermit... He never spoke about what had happened to him on that expedition... He just repeated a strange word over and over again: "Balamkú, Balamkú, Balamkú..." All my life I thought my father was crazy, until he passed away two months ago. And I say "until two months ago" since, right on his deathbed, he looked me in the eye and confessed the meaning of that blessed word. At that moment I knew that he was referring to “that” that marked him so much during that expedition. And from the way he said it, I knew he had to carry on his legacy. But I can't do it without your help. I know that my father taught you everything he knew about the Mayan civilization. And I know that, together, we can discover the secret of Balamkú. Gather your team and come see me. I promise a good reward if we find anything of value.