It was 1951 and a soon to be doctor, with just a year left of studies, called Ernesto Guevara, along with his bioquimist friend Alberto, decide on a hot sunny afternoon to travel through South America on an old motorcycle called “Poderosa II”. The memories of this adventure are where recorded on a diary kept by Guevara and later published by his daughter in a small book called “Diaries of a Motorcycle”. This trip was definitely life changing for the duo and it would not only affect the life of these young Argentinians, it would also unleash a domino effect in the life of one of the most influential men in history that even at present times, decades after his death, still affects the lives of people around the world every single day. Some may argue that the effects that this man had on people’s lives may be positive, some may say it is negative; but to make such assumptions we mustn’t analyze them on an ignorant mind, it would be like a blind man running around a track field at full speed. First, we must understand the whole context that surrounded the life of the men and women that created history. If you read the small recording of their adventure through South America you might realize something unexpected of a revolutionary commander. Guevara’s strong poetic tendencies of his writing are breathtaking; he abuses the use of metaphors and paints the picture of what his eyes can see with a wide range of colors. The writing is even complex at times, metaphors lost inside more metaphors create an inception (like) effect that will have the reader focusing on one word at a time trying to grasp the idea that Guevara unleashes on whomever wants to listen. Ernesto saw a lot during this adventure and this planted a seed that would grow into the revolutionary man that would fight until his death for the rights of the proletariat. Guevara paints it perfectly at the end of his novel, while addressing the author at the end of his trip, located already back home, thinking back on the last year of adventure that changed his life. He mentions how the man writing on the diary is no longer the man addressing the reader. That man is dead, he says, and a new Guevara is reborn. Personally, while looking back at Guevara’s life and travels, I believe there where two special moments that conceived the revolutionary man known as “el Che”. At Peru, country with a strong Inca decent and a big indigenous population, Guevara was deeply touched by how repressed the indigenous population is. Abuses from the cultural to the personal level by different ethnic groups that have grown to be powerful monetary wise, have led the Inca descendant to poverty and shame. Guevara was sickened by how cultures could not bond in peace and how the rich raised on the dead bodies of the poor (metaphorically, of course). Later on his travel, also in Peru, Guevara lived for some time at a hospital for the lepers. Being a doctor (almost) and his partner an experienced pharmacist, they both worked with the sick for some time. What made a change in Guevara, I believe, was the gratitude of their patients. He mentions, at some point, that it is the men who have the least that thank the most and he is profoundly touched by their goodbyes (a beautiful chapter in his book).