A life lived backwards

By GailyWhaley

Capela dos ossos.

I couldn't help touching this skull. A monk, along with his colleagues made into a chapel.

The squeals of the children playing in the school next door was quite surreal.

Then to assuage my guilt at touching dead monks, I gave some money to the Roma lady at the door. I will remember the heat of her hand for a long while.

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