All night long, while the nuns slept soundly, the emails continued to arrive. The incessant sounds of the outside world broke like waves against the walls of the little temple, but somehow the din didn’t reach them. The rumble and whine of the traffic, the screeching of police sirens and the ambulances, the drunken salarymen singing and vomiting on the sidewalks—none of this penetrated the sleeping quarters of the nuns.
