So the monks took their 10,000 gulden and went downtown with their translator, beautifully dressed in their red robes—they all looked like the Dalai Lama. And they were gone for hours: seven o’clock, eight o’clock, nine o’clock, ten o’clock passed. We were saying, “Oh my God, the monastery money—it’s gone. They’ve spent it all.” Finally they returned at ten fifteen, after the shops had closed, and they were super-happy, extremely excited. I said, “What did you buy?” They grinned with delight and showed me: two umbrellas.
