“Please I beg you, don’t offend me asking if this story actually took place. I am offering you the tale so you can make it happen. I am not asking you to describe the rainy night when the archangel appeared: I am demanding you to get soaked. Take a stand ms/mr writer, and once in your life smell the flower instead of becoming the chronicler of the scent. It has very little flair to write what one lives. The challenge is to live what one writes.” (crying the departure of Eduardo Galeano….) –