On a snow-covered mountain stands a cold monastery where time is marked by the steps of the monks who live inside. One in particular walks quickly along the cloister: there is a function to be prepared. The sound of the steps is increasingly present. At the foot of the mountain, a group of people begin to gather. The monks, meanwhile, prepare in strict order the mass, in silence they dress and between their lips they pray in devotion. In the austere portico, the sound of tammorre and tamburelli begins to make room for the silence of the monks' prayer. A crowd makes space in the large square in front of the large staircase of the monastery, the faithful have now come and play, dancing ready to celebrate and honor Mamma Schiavona '', who welcomes everything and forgives everything'.