I'm here on this island with this old man whose name I don't even know, and he has never said anything intelligible to me. Just gestures, verses, screams. I tried to photograph him but he moved. Now he is standing in front of me, impassive, covering his eyes with one hand. He covers them, uncovers them, covers them, uncovers them and has a grotesque smile on his face. In the distance I hear the metallic sound of a bell. I can't move, the whole thing is absurd. I wonder if I will make it home alive.