Publisher's Synopsis
My parents ran from town to town trying to catch up with a life that was always winning the race against them. For a time, we lived in a house in a forgotten village in the mountains, with a large yard where the mountain jungle began, adorned with ravines, abysses, mountain peaks, and powerful storms. I was a sickly child, short in stature and so thin that no clothes fit me. In the absence of doctors and medications, the sorcerers and herbalists with supposed supernatural powers were well-known, but it was my grandfather who was the only shaman capable of breaking the spell that threatened my existence and who also prepared me to continue the journey through life. I met teachers of the soul, of emotions, and of thought who shaped my character, my personality, and my actions, but it was also the teachers of combat and bohemia who completed the structure of the warrior needed to face the most complex battle of life: myself.
