I live in a very small village in south-east Piedmont, north-west of Italy. The nearest well known city is Genoa. I’m the atheist of the village, but I’ve a good feeling with everyone here. First of all I’m a humanist, atheism comes after. I respect human beings, all of them, I can’t say the same for their minds.
When I was a child I used to be an altar boy. I clearly remember I quit to believe in God just after my last confession, it was september 1990, and I was 13y old. The next sunday morning I woke up and I said to my mother “I don’t want to go to the mass anymore, and there’s nothing you can do. I don’t believe in God, they’re all bullshit”. Do you know about the sacrament of confession? Have you ever figure out how catholic church’s influences italian’s customs and traditions?