By Martin Sheen, Emilio Estevez
Spanning approximately 50 years of kinfolk background, the booklet chronicles the striking lives of 2 inventive abilities, Martin Sheen and Emilio Estevez. It's a narrative of dad and son set opposed to the backdrop of Hollywood; this narrative is prepared round their actual and religious trip alongside the Camino de Santiago, Spain, the thousand-year-old pilgrimage course which traverses Galicia.
It is the world from which Sheen's father emigrated to the U.S. and to which Estevez's personal son has lower back. alongside the way in which will concentration not only at the lives those males have selected as artists, but additionally (and most significantly) at the one they've got lived jointly. it's a tale of relatives bonds and inventive advances and setbacks; of fine offerings and difficult offerings; of possibilities misplaced and possibilities came upon.
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