El aire que me falta

It is on the top of a mountain in the Alps that an inexplicable, almost irrational anguish takes hold of Luiz Schwarcz's breath, blocking his throat at the moment he most needed air. At that precise moment, the decision to write this book was born, The air that I lack, which encompasses the project that the author had nurtured for years: to write the story of his father, of his family, who abandoned everything to escape Nazi terror. , and whose weight Schwarcz has been carrying all his life. In these memoirs, assembled on a spiral structure, the perfect metaphor to represent the turns we take around our traumas, the author alternates memories to build a sensitive and detailed story about how depression and traumas, own and inherited, can leave without encouragement to anyone and remain latent in stocks apparently marked by success. How can we run out of air and breathe again.