I believe there is nothing better than an excerpt of the book to capture its essence:

The book is the result of the journey of the young Gabriele pin, a veterinarian kissed by fortune, who has enjoyed a win the football pools to realize the dream of his life: travel to remote places and peoples.

It is written in a simple, essential, but what matters are the contents and the spirit with which the lucky author faces day after day the discovery of the Andes and its people. Providential meeting with Blanca, a scheming college student in anthropology, which provides access to the most intimate aspects of Andean culture congregating at a group of scholars searching for archaic magical practices.

I believe there is nothing better than an excerpt of the book to capture its essence:

"Our world is a silent and mysterious, sometimes terrifying, but, knowing you, you learn to respect the forces of nature and of God and to live in harmony with the universe. Things we believe, the spirits of the Andes, the apu, the Pachamama and the shamans of Peru with their ancient medicine, not the superstitions of primitive people: they are the strength and salvation of the quechua people. "

I came to know of the existence of this book through the internet, as the author gives tips on it.hobby.viaggi, the first and only news group that I've attended. Peeking between the multiple post daily open Windows on more or less distant countries noted that when someone asks for news of Peru all spookily the respond to Gabriel, he always responds with a courtly and speaks politely to all. One perceives that loves and respects the places mentioned. Given my cat's curious nature, I'm going to put his nose in his www.magiadelleande.it site, here I find the existence of the book and order it via the internet, I click and you're done, just days after materializes between my hands.

The Council is the book that the lovers of new discoveries and to those who believe that every people has the right to preserve their cultural identity in spite of the progress, the devastation to the crudities that every day is destined to endure.