On February 5, 2001, I went to live on a small, remote island on the Pacific coast of southern Chile, just west of the Andes Mountains and more than a hundred miles by water from the nearest small town. It was wild stormy, uninhabited region of rain and windswept island and fjords, with no boats or airplanes and only the occasional faint sign of distant human activity. - ix (Preface)
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Dinesh said:
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