Roberto Bolaño, born in Chile, raised in Mexico, achieved literary fame in Spain, and died young, is somewhat like the flying Dutchman of Latin America: Few have experienced exile as he did and reflected on it without sentimentality. These reflections form the common thread of these fragments from the autobiography of a wanderer. The song of the sad Latino, who sings of his warm homeland in the cold exile (where murder and violence prevail), is one that this author never sang. Throughout his life, Bolaño traveled the world, compelled and voluntarily, but always with utmost intensity. In these articles, essays, and travel writings, one can read about the winding paths that led him to become the herald of contemporary Latin American literature.