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TURIN – The wave of Tibetan bells rises in the courtyard of the old cemetery of San Pietro in Vincoli, “the cemetery of the hanged”, and rises towards foamy clouds. Four kneeling monks draw their mandàla of impermanence, a flower of peace made of sand (the flower, and unfortunately also peace) which today will be partly distributed to the faithful and partly dissolved in the waters of the Po, because everything exists and nothing tough.