Writers Are The Exorcists Of Their Own

I Learned To Read At The Age Of Five, In Brother Justiniano's Class At The De La Salle Academy In Cochabamba, Bolivia. It Is The Most Important Thing That Has Ever Happened To Me. Almost Seventy Years Later I Remember Clearly How The Magic Of Translating The Words In Books Into Images Enriched My Life, Breaking The Barriers Of Time And Space.

Reading Was Such An Enrichment Of My Life. And It Was That Pleasure That I Had As A Very Young Reader Probably That Is The Origin Of My Vocation.

We Were Trained As Writers With The Idea That Literature Is Something That Can Change Reality, That It's Not Just A Very Sophisticated Entertainment, But A Way To Act.

Since It Is Impossible To Know What's Really Happening, We Peruvians Lie, Invent, Dream And Take Refuge In Illusion. Because Of These Strange Circumstances, Peruvian Life, A Life In Which So Few Actually Do Read, Has Become Literary.

Once Upon A Time, There Was A Boy Who Learned To Read At The Age Of 5. This Changed His Life. Owing To The Adventure Tales He Read, He Discovered A Way To Escape From The Poor House, The Poor Country, And The Poor Reality In Which He Lived.