I am here, in the early morning, in the mountains, at 2600 m, in the monastic city of the highlands of Ethiopia, in Lalibela. Ten centuries of Christian tradition have been permeated the walls of these churches carved from the living rock, a strange atmosphere, a breath of air emanates from this Holy Land called «Black Jerusalem».

They come from everywhere, as shadows, ghosts, silhouettes, furtive movements, songs, complaints upset me, but also, they fascinate me, I feel like I am moving to another world, elsewhere, and I want to hold onto these moments, make them immortal with my camera, in order to share this ascension in the indefinable…