This book is not about forgiving or believing in yourself. I hope you have already succeeded in this. This is a story about the hidden meaning that your emotions have been making you miss all this time. Something started before you were born. Something unthinkable, hellish, inhuman. Something has begun within yourself. More than anything else, you want to finish what you started. But you don’t understand where this end is. This is your unequal struggle. Your life will pass in search of the meaning of hatred. There is no need to be ashamed if your mother is Anaconda. There is no need to become hysterical and yell. Do not be afraid. Pull yourself together, look your mother in the eyes and say that you were right. And then run!