It wasn’t the kind of sight I thought I’d face when we walked through the nondescript gates of a rambling monastery on the southern side of town. But there I was, peering into a pentagonally shaped case, taller than me and stacked high with human skulls, cheekbones pressed against the glass. To my left two female monks, one older than the other, sat in a shaded pergola reciting prayers, the soft words… Read More