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The backdrop of this novel is in Middle East and it's based on what we think was the past and we believe it is our gift, with all that this Middle East has magical, different and perverse. Tells the story of a man who aspires to be invisible, a child who would like to fly like an airplane, a woman who wants to marry a man with blue eyes, a deeply dumb poet, a Russian general who is a kind of fighting cock, a woman whose hair escape through a cage, a passionate Indian and a kid who has the whole universe in his mouth.
A magnificent novel that opens with an illustrated story for children who no longer believe in Santa Claus and u
The backdrop of this novel is in Middle East and it's based on what we think was the past and we believe it is our gift, with all that this Middle East has magical, different and perverse. Tells the story of a man who aspires to be invisible, a child who would like to fly like an airplane, a woman who wants to marry a man with blue eyes, a deeply dumb poet, a Russian general who is a kind of fighting cock, a woman whose hair escape through a cage, a passionate Indian and a kid who has the whole universe in his mouth.
A magnificent novel that opens with an illustrated story for children who no longer believe in Santa Claus and unfolds a sublime tapestry of lives, woven with yarn and the colors of the things we found, lost and rediscover hope.
-My mother, Mr. Elahi, wondered where do the umbrellas go. Whenever she went out to the street, she lost one. And throug her life she never found any. Where would the umbrellas go? I heard her ask so many times, that this mystery, so unfathomable, would have to be explained. When I was young I thought it would be a country, perhaps a sacred hill, where they were going all the umbrellas. And the couple lost socks and gloves. And our children and our ancestors. And also the tin toys we played with. And our friends who have disappeared beneath the bombs. They would all be in a distant country, full of lost objects. So at this point in my life, I was still a teenager, I decided to be a priest. I needed to know where do the umbrellas go.
-And you know? - Asked Fazal Elahi.
-I have not the slightest idea, but I have faith one day to find my mother, full of umbrellas around.
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Manufacturer: Alfaguara
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