It’s a miracle that I found Boris Prado. I was originally looking for the traces his grandfather had left as a kite maker in the 20th Century. His grandfather, a kitemaker himself had been featured in a small book published during the Chilean Revolution (1970-73) – a book that later on during the dictatorship (1973-90) was burned along millions of other books. For me, finding Boris was like coming as close as one could to a time that does not exist anymore. A time when the work of artisans, peasants, miners, factory workers, builders, printers was honored – not a commodity filled with nostalgia, but as the essence of human creativity and freedom.