The wind knows my name - Isabel Allende

Times change and places distance themselves, and the suffering of war victims and human crises remains the same: this is Samuel leaving Austria fleeing from the grip of the Nazis just before the outbreak of World War II; and this is Leticia crossing the river clutching her father's neck fleeing from the horrific incidents that affected her small village in El Salvador; and this is Anita traveling holding her mother's hand fleeing from violence and persecution, crossing the borders of the United States closed to refugees… each one searches for a homeland in exile, and a home in foreignness. Just like little Anita who builds for herself a whole world woven from magic and imagination, seeking refuge from loss, cruelty, and pain, living in it with angels, jinn, and absent loved ones. In imagination, resilience and salvation lie, just as the magic of Isabel Allende lies, who weaves stories with her usual skill, intertwining them in a beautiful braid flavored with noble human meanings. Dar Al-Adab