THE MARTIAN CHRONICLES

Ten days ago, on june 5, the north american writer Ray Bradbury  died. I dedicate him a few words.

Was at school Piamarta (the place that I mentioned a few post ago) where I met Bradbury literature. I was forced to read a book of the author dragged by an evaluation, Farenheit 451. I was in someway a kid and that book contributed to leave my childhood and asume my self as a human bean, as one more, an adolescent and part of a system. Also, I learned a lot of that catastrophic criticism. I had never read before a dystopia.

Then, I found in my home another author's book, one that quickly seduced me and made me a mad and, you know, that I liked. The book was The Martian Chronicles, a combination of science fiction stories joined in a reality where the planet Mars has been colonized by the human race.

The Martian Chronicles was the first book that really fascinated me, generating my first thoughts about the social thing, stimulated my imagination, took me to delirium and entertained me.