Not many days ago, just after reading it, I showed the cover of this book in my social networks with this title: "To learn to cook slowly, to read slowly, to write slowly... To want to be slow... That's where happiness will go." Those of us who have read Andres Barrero's literary reviews can know some things about him, such as that he is a great reader, that he likes Russian authors, that he reads slowly, tasting the words, the paragraphs, the chapters, that everything knows how to squeeze it to get the necessary juice. That never speaks badly of a book if there is something good to say about it... If we have also read Andres' books, the margin of knowledge can be widened much more... I'm going to take a risk and I'll tell you what I intuit about the author through his books. That he is meticulous in his writing, that bearing in mind that he writes from thought and experience, Russian literature has served him more to evoke hope in the human being than to delight in crime or punishm