We propose a journey.
A trip down memory lane.
"He was a happy and restless child. So restless that a week before the end of school he would pluck up his courage and run away from school, running immediately to see if his grandmother, a woman he had a special love for, had come home from mass. His hands were always full of dirt, his shoes well shined and his pockets full of junk that jingled at every run, probably eyelets from the factory where he worked with his father, which he forgot to take out of his pockets every time he came home".
That boy's name was José Paredes, and this is his story, the story of Paredes.