So abruptly, so unexpectedly, without any notice, without any warning, he left in her arms, in a place he loved, in the water he loved, paddling for life, paddling at full speed. It is six months since and I am walking in the meadows and hills of the Peruvian Andes, and I am looking for answers and I am looking for questions. Centuries of traditions are mixing with the urgency of the truth that cannot be escaped from. I walk higher, the air gets thinner, the wind gets sharper, and the angels and demons sleeping in each of us come to light.