Following the Pinochet coup, which overthrew President Salvador Allende, thousands of Chilean families emigrated to escape the new regime, including the Lucho family, who headed to Germany. For his parents, time stopped the moment he left Chile, waiting for the moment of return, and the world was divided into two parts: the lost homeland, and the remaining countries, and like an entire generation that refuses to accept what happened, they sank into (ghettos) of sadness; Europe was offering them lungs of freedom, but it was also inflicting on them the pain of distance. As for Lucho, Germany was a different country full of what was worth living: he had daily challenges in the street and school to live, new cultures to discover, friendships, enmities, quarrels, and the first heartbeats he had to experience; All this without forgetting his inherited duty towards his motherland. About the obsessions of asylum, failures, dreams, and disappointments, Scarmetta leaves his teenage hero to tell his story, presenting us with a charming model of friendship, companionship, and the struggle for justice.
I wrote the ideas I wanted to convey...what I wanted to reveal...this is a revelation...displacing talk from a heart full of goodness and burdened with silence...perhaps I did not follow the method in which books are written...because...oh dear reader...oh human being. Whether you are male or female, I did not write for someone to evaluate me and to gain appreciation from some and criticism from others, while being prepared to accept and welcome it if it is constructive, honest, and purposeful. But I am writing to dialogue with you.. to exchange with you.. to chat together.. respond to me as you read.. talk to me.. address me.. I hear you, understand you, and listen to you.. object.. disagree.. and agree.. make me a person close to you.. a friend. Dear to your heart... and do not judge me... leave the judgment to the Creator of the universe... respect my difference from you... and accept my belonging to my human, cultural and intellectual identity... and remember that we are all from Adam... and Adam is from dust. I promise to respect and appreciate you and thank you for choosing my book and adding it to your precious list. Take care of it and put it in a warm and beautiful place. Thanks ..
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