By Ernesto Che Guevara, Camilo Guevara
Che's diary of the fateful Bolivia venture. Now revised through Che's widow and with a preface through his son Camilo, this can be the definitive account of the try and spark a continent-wide revolution in Latin America—the foundation of Steven Soderbergh biopic on Che Guevara starring Benicio Del Toro.
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