There used to be a monkey petting place in florida when I was a child. "Monkey world" "Monkey jungle" something like that.
It was not the torturing of the monkeys(although looking back now I'm sure it wasn't the monkeys first choice when it came to a place to "hang" so to speak). But it was severe torture for me.
You never really fed them you just let them grab food from you. Rip it from your hands or body. Steal food from you and run away screaming as if you tried to harm them.
I will never forget all the different sizes of them swinging in trees. Hiding in the trees. Sticking their faces out from behind branches and spitting while they yell at us below, these monkeys.
“Here?" I would say to myself. "Here?" I would say. Amongst these dirty animals. In this cage where food and monkey sh*t was slung around like cash in a casino.
All the monkey faces staring and screaming at us.
There was a outdoor food area. I was not thirsty. I was not hungry.
The screams changed my life.
Later in life I was working in Rio, Brazil a wonderful city.
The people are such good people. Something I will never forget.
It was very early morning and the sun was just coming up for the day.
As he did every work day morning.
I was out of cash so I asked him to wait a few as I proceeded to the ATM machine which was on the street only a block from my hotel. It was located in this area shaded by these huge beautiful trees.
I swung my right arm around and felt contact as I followed through.
Let me just say something about monkeys and their ability to scare the sh*t out of me.
Fin.