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   The giant paused and looked down at me. A wry smile crossed his face. “Go and tell your fellow morons what you have learned. Few of them have a clue to what’s going on and those who do are about as threatenin’ as mosquitoes buzzin’ around a bug light. The one thing you have on your side is history. You have to teach the morons history before it’s obliterated all together. The truth, little bugs just might save the world.”
   The Giant of the Atacama stepped down from the hills and lifted us into the balloon. He called up to us as we began to drift away. “There are some who will understand what you have seen and will tell you more. Continue your journey. Visit the matchmaker of Valparaiso. She will help you.”
   We slowly lifted into the night leaving the beaming giant behind us. “I like that guy.”, said Pat. “He does go on, but I would too if I were stuck in this hell hole all alone.”
   “I’ll bet we’re the first outsiders he’s seen in a long time.”, said Nanette. “We must be the first to get a show like that.”
   “You are not anywhere near the first!”, called the giant. “But I pray you’re the last!”
   That shot a cold shiver down all our backs. We waved to him as we sailed higher. He grew smaller and smaller finally becoming just another bright star in the night as we crested the mountains over the Amazon leaving the desert behind.
   I looked at the moonlit jungle below me and sighed. “I get snatched from the jaws of death only to be told my countrymen are a bunch of morons.”