Once, a little boy with a shiny golden hair screamed to his mom, while everything in his small town seemed to be a stop motion movie: “Please, mom, don’t tell me anything! Anything! If you do so, the bad things I heard will happen!”
Neshtante is a picturesque and well-designed city, bathed by a “saint” river that provides water to the farmers, the fishermen, and their families. The sun, the river, and the cactus, a typical plant of the semi-arid climate, are depicted on the city flag. The best portrait of the town is the bucolic heading church from the nineteenth century with its impressive architecture. The long, broad streets and the houses behind the chapel are the frame of a silent scenario...