Much to his father's disappointment Neftali is not like other children. Frail and painfully shy, he spends most of his time alone collecting treasures, reading, writing and daydreaming. His father thinks that these things are for fools. Neftali finds wonder and beauty everywhere; in the oily colours of mud puddles, a lost glove sailing in the wind, in the nests of birds etc. EVERY CURIOUS DETAIL OF HIS LIFE TAUNTED HIM. Where some see an old boot or a pile of sticks, he sees a...