Prelude: The first embers
It was a cold winter night in the Peruvian capital, the roar of the winds was blowing quite hard and mercilessly. If you just made a quick glance at what was happening it all seemed normal. Nothing of interest seemed to be occurring; the children were sleeping in the wooden shacks and people sleeping inside. However In one particular persons home something was going to happen that would be the catalyst of things to come. A wealthy Quechan was remembering that devastation wracked on the poor as a means to control them from revolting. He saw the suffering the peoples had whenever he walked outside, he would see the staving, old, beggar desperately asking for food or the young seven year old boy who already had to work 17 hours a day toiling just to help his family survive. However one thing this author hated even more than having to see people suffer is to go to work everyday to a mega mansion owned by one of the richest people in Bolivia, possibly in the entire of South America. He detested how the very few rich people got to have gargantuan amounts of money yet the poor had very little money at the very best terms. Baldomero was this person of whom we speak name. He wrote a book about the sufferings around him. This book helped inform the remainder of the shrinking middle class. This book will help whats to come.