De Poco un Todo

There was a time of lousy heads and empty bellies, when in the villages of Guanacaste toys were made of wood and nails, and in the shoe shops they made scary shoes that had to be tamed; a plague in the cornfield could be a matter of life or death; hunger stalked the hamlets; in the darkness that devoured us every night the beasts prowled around or in a dark bottle the end of everything was hidden.
There was a time less distant than galaxies and more ours than skyscrapers; a time of stories that happened and we told them.
This is a book by Héctor Gamboa in which fantasy and reality rebel against oblivion.