Sato Island lies somewhere in the east of the Atlantic Ocean. A place better know as the Commonwealth of Puerto Rico. The smallest and east most of the Greater Antilles in the Caribbean attracts yearly million of tourists. They visit the majestic rainforest, the sweet colonial Old Town of San Juan and occupy the hundred of miles of soft sanded beaches. The less traveled beaches however, in the poorer suburbs along the rough and more dangerous shorelines, belong to someone else: the Satos. A Puerto Rican slang word for the thousands of stray dogs living on the island. These dogs were born in trash barrels, abandoned on the streets, tortured or abused. But also dogs who are considered highly intelligent, with a fierce will to live since they’ve learned to clung to even the smallest chances of survival.
They are mutts and bastards, wild and playful, uncountable in their shapes and sizes and razzed by the struggles of life. They are the masters of solitude as well as the loyal kings of companionship. They are called Satos and Puerto Rico is their island.