Salvador, a writer originally from a small village in the Andes Mountains, recalls his childhood. He remembers his father and brother who left but never came back, his sister's coloured pencils and daydreams, the shoe-shine boys whose destiny he might have shared if his mother had not believed that every mango tree has the potential to bear sweet fruit. Through such memories, Salvador rediscovers the soul, the culture and the values of his people; fundamental values that touch our hearts from afar.

« SALVADOR : I was born in the mountains in the shadow of the eucalyptus right beneath the sun and the sky. As a little boy, I thought that when I grew up I had only to stretch out my arm to chase away the rain clouds that give people heavy hearts. My mother, who was an adult and should have known that things aren't so easily done, enjoyed letting me believe that as a grown up I'd be all-powerful. Even though my mother had every reason to think I'd never amount to anything in life. I was born several weeks early, so small and so fuzzy that they told her she'd given birth to a guinea pig and that she must have committed a terrible sin to have brought on such misfortune. »

"A deeply resonant tale of survival, hope and maternal love." (The New York Times) Brilliantly performed by Canada's Le Carrousel, it redefines children's theater: At the performance I saw, adults and kids alike were entranced." (The Record, New York)