|Drop a coin in my stomach.|
Bogotá is full of seers, healers and charmers. They hand their cards out on downtown streetcorners, promise miraculous cures and lottery wins on morning radio and sell nostrums to keep that true love on a short leash.
|'He who gives seven times receives 70 times.'|
|Three figures from a popular Venezuelan religion with|
roots in Cuban and African traditions. Maria Leonza
is on the right.
|'Thanks to the Indio for getting me out of jail. I was innocent.'|
But if the Indio may seem deserving of a spot in a circus sideshow, but he also seems to serve a purpose. How else could he have endured for decades? The sidewalk in front of his 'temple' is decorated with believers' messages thanking the Indio for curing diseases, saving businesses and marriages, even for recovering a lost child. Could these all be fakes? They have the smack of authenticity to me. And if even a fraction of them are true, the Indio belongs on the fast track to sainthood.
|Making a purchase.|
In an interview in the 1980s published in a New York newspaper and posted on the temple's wall, the Indio said that client's most common problems are sexual impotence in men and weight problems in women.
By Mike Ceaser, of Bogotá Bike Tours
|Supplying all sorts of happiness.|
|'I'm doing well in love now, Thanks to the Amazonian Indian.'|
|Dropping a coin in the Buddha.|