His shirt had the walking man in front and the standing man behind. Here’s my story of crossing lights in East Germany so I had to talk to him. Turns out he’s Greek, his brother brought him the shirt, and he didn’t know the story so that was fun to share.
He was quite a character and in impassioned words and gestures told me that everything in the history museum at this monastery was lies, lies. Propaganda and LIES. There was more to it, oh yes.
That’s his mom and the two of them were doing all the walks on the real monk’s trails, routes you can barely see in the underbrush, not the paved road that I intended to use!