Something happened 18 years ago. I always knew I would write about it but the right moment has been a long time coming. I suppose I was waiting for a sufficiently happy ending or maybe not so much happy; rather conclusive.
Everything you will read is true. When the main story was happening 18 years ago, I kept notes that have helped me to fill in the gaps and details.
In 1992 went to Bolivia to work on a Street Kid Project and there I met Juan Carlos who had been on the streets for 9 years. We were the same age. Our worlds and life experiences were poles apart but there was an immediate bond of brotherhood.
"The Virgin of Cotoca" is his story and it´s time to tell it.
I want to wait until I have at least 50 ready and willing readers and then I will begin, posting a chapter every 2 or 3 weeks. I hope you enjoy it.
