This is not or does not want to be the story of my life; just a compilation of anecdotes about my stay in Paradise, my trip to Hell and my way through Purgatory, where I am now, looking for the way back to Eden. Because, do not hesitate, if you are able to use both legs, both hands and your voice, as pathetically as your existence seems to you, you’re having the privilege of living in Paradise.
On August 2, 2010, while I was recovering from an operation to remove a carcinogenic tumor from my spinal cord, this one screwed me. It looks like it was not satisfied and decided to swell to the point of making me lose consciousness. When I woke up, I was crippled from the neck down; quadriplegic or tetraplegic, as they say today.
It is not my intention to make you cry, unless it is with laughter, but to tell my greatest adventure in the first person. A story of there and back again, as Tolkien would say. A unique experience, told in first person by someone who has visited Hell and have left it or, rather, is trying to leaving it step by step.