I miss Lhasa where / The undulating valleys and wide open plains / Are bedecked with a garland of green meadows and trees,
I decided to be on the side of those who don’t want to celebrate. Instead of celebrating Losar, I decided to write this diary.
Dear envoys, did the Chinese officials listen to and acknowledge your views and opinions?
The bright yellow sun has / Set behind the Freedom Hill / Now I cannot put my faith in / This dark and violent storm
I would only like to discuss the awakening thought of Woeser’s article “Democracy must have some moral obligations”.
Tibetan and Chinese people have a long tradition of helping each other and have deep mutual respect and admiration. However, the portrayal of Tibetans in Chinese official media this year has left an image of Tibetans as enemies.
High Peaks Pure Earth is posting a translation of a post from Woeser’s blog that was posted on 13 January 2009 titled “What kinds of songs are ’reactionary songs'”?.
Diary by Tashibod: A glimpse into life in a remote Tibetan area as the Olympics were being celebrated in Beijing; originally posted in Chinese.
“If Chinese citizens can watch the torch when it passes through other cities, why can’t we? Are we not citizens of this country?”
He did not keep silent because of fear, on the contrary, he was willing to allow me to record and make public his experience full of fear. Why?
They came to clean the streets, and what they wiped out were us Tibetans, because we are garbage in their eyes.
I suggest you and other friends to avoid this kind of trap by talking, rather than writing, via Skype.
The fading mirage, / The offspring of those poor and clandestine tribes, / Amidst the great mountains and flowing rivers,
He was driving in front of him an ox and a donkey laden with manure.
What matters is that in future we have to make sure that no one suffers in the name of democracy like Socrates once did.
If in future the Tibetan Government-in-Exile stops issuing politically important documents like the 10 March statement with their contents attributed to His Holiness, then we will have fulfilled the Dalai Lama’s assertion that His Holiness is now semi-retired and does not involve himself in active politics.
Moon-like flowers, / in the majestic medicinal land of snow, / bubbles of joy now mounting up.
Lhasa is no longer the land of happiness and purity, the land of prosperity and sanctity. Who knows who its future will depend on? Where, exactly, is the hope of its future?
When a girl of fifteen is not sent to school but is given over to the milk cows; / When a charming, slender girl does not marry but is used by a swindler;
“How can I not return? Our home is there. If we all leave, to whom will Tibet be left?” … Later while Norway — the symbol of the free world — was gradually left behind, two streams of tears silently ran down Nyima Tsering’s bony cheeks.