Luis Serra Navarro

"Bonita.. isn’t it?” He asked with a grin as he rolled the small fruit back and forth between his fingers. “A tree I grew myself... its fruit contains active ingredients that are effective against an astonishing number of parasites … and even against some strains of viruses. No one would suspect that a tree, of all things, could produce something that pharmaceutical companies have failed to achieve for decades.” He looked at it for a moment with obvious pride. “How I managed that? That’ll remain my little secret for now, amigos.”