In the cold of the oblivion, in the oblivion of the cold souls, still live some seekers of love. We are in the heart of the Zanskari province in the Himalayan range. Here are laughing some monks, with always one among the smiles ready to share his cell for a passer-by disorientated by such a tenderness amid the harshness. Built on edges, in the middle of a cliff, with a vertigo for your mind in all directions (especially the one going through your toes), the Phuktal monastery is a tightrope hamlet erected by nutcases for loony men. In fact it's a show for a beautiful faith toward the humankind. It looks ready to tumble down at once, yet, it's here for centuries. So many paradoxes and sentiments. These Buddhist men know you don't get it. Not really. It's okay. At least you take some good pictures.
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