This is a relate, a little idealize perhaps, of the experiences of a boy about 12 years old, that grew and ran free like the wind in a small city perched up on the Ecuadorian Andes, which he describe as the anteroom of Heavens. Of how the sacrosanct annual festivity of the Patron of the Town was celebrated. Of how interacted the persons of that place in the yearly event. Please read it, may be enjoyable