When the photographs speak eloquently, when the monks do not speak, having a conversation with God, which is the only way their silence is validated, then what can you write? You only photograph what is visible.

But behind the wrinkled faces and calloused hands, the windows of the cells, the well-crafted stones in the dry-stone walls, in the storehouses, in the towers, in the bell towers and in the churches, with the intermediate crosses.