This is the story of a sickly child who came into this world without any right to life, and how he jumped the fences of hell to become a man on his own two feet with pockets full of gratitude, and in his heart love and respect for everything around him, carrying on his shoulder the principles of his father, the advice of his uncle, and the wisdom of his grandmother.
The story is real, and I express it from my point of view, through the eyes of my grandmother, who guides me from her dimension. For those who seek the light, they will find her message and truths that hurt the soul. She will help us to understand this complex interweaving that is the human mind. But she also explains the sadness of a people, for whom, more than sorrow, I feel ashamed to see how far we have come.