Publisher's Synopsis
On Sunday afternoons in the 1940s-when I was 10 years old-my father used to take me to the psychiatric clinic located in the municipality of Villas end Salinas, managed by the Deputation of the province of Tarragons. In the madhouse- as they were called then-, my father took care of the ordinary Illnesses of the patients. Of disorders mental, others cared. Turpentine injections and straitjackets to immobilize excited patients in excess, while the rest stood in long queues to undergo electroshock. It was the latest therapies that were applied to those deranged brains. Every time, sixty years later, he talked with the neurologists, the physiologists, the psychologists, the doctors and the brain scholars to reconstruct this book, I relived those childhood memories. The most from those sick not they knew where from they came, where were you neither where were going.
Since then, the path traveled by neuroscience is unparalleled in any other discipline. My intention in writing
