[ WP ] You Travel the World Looking for Proof of Religion . An Ancient Tribe Leads You to a Secluded Area Where They Say the Devil Lives . Upon Arrival You Meet a Prehistoric , but Familiar Animal . It says `` I was hoping to meet one of you . ''

My parents grew up without religion. They were proud atheist Jews who never withheld a n opportunity to brag about either. I was always a proud atheist, looking at disgust whenever I saw a large church building in a ghetto, the symbol of tyranny and personification of Marx's `` opiate of the masses.'' 
 
 I thought my grandfather was also an atheist into the day of my grandmother's funeral, when the Hebrew prayers fell out of his usually vile and coarse mouth. 
 
 Anyway, despite my surprise, I forgot all about it and focused intently on getting into a finance program and networking my way into wall street job. 
 
 I crashed and burned about 5 years into working. I started losing my hobbies and sex did n't seem fun anyone because of all the selfish gold diggers. Worse, were all of the `` concerned'' women coming out like clockwork, and yet, there I was, unsatisfied. 
 
 The dings from my phone's email drove me nuts, each ding worse than a blow I got from a childhood bully. 
 
 I travelled to peru, figuring I would get some Beatle or rolling stone or Anthony Bourdain type realization. I defiantly decided to not go the old tourist way but rather see the Peruvians as they were. 
 Hitchhiking in another language was odd but my limited Spanish and an old Toyota pickup carried me to some town named macondo. 
 
 Macondo, an odd quirky town, seemed inbred and insane with crazy things every few minutes. After a few weeks of seeing pigs fly and hopping out, I finally got the natives to let me in a night ceremony.
