I miss Lhasa where / The undulating valleys and wide open plains / Are bedecked with a garland of green meadows and trees,
Poem by Tendor: I heard someone in the street say / This was the year when you lost
After I watched the film, I felt that the film was not about Aku Tsendruk and Ama Tsomo, nor about the other people in the film, so much as it is about a way of life
I went on a lot of bus rides in Tibet. My first bus ride was along the Golok-Xiling route.
I would only like to discuss the awakening thought of Woeser’s article “Democracy must have some moral obligations”.
Diary by Tashibod: A glimpse into life in a remote Tibetan area as the Olympics were being celebrated in Beijing; originally posted in Chinese.
Though most of us have never been to Tibet, the emotional attachment is strong. We’ve settled far and wide but we’re not welcome in our own home.
Each man was wearing a tall hat made from paper, and a square plank hung on his chest from the neck. On the plank were each man’s crime and a red cross. One of the men was your father.
An institutionalized system has been established with knowledge of the culture passed on more through the classroom than through living experience.
A first fictional novel in English by a Tibetan in exile; a first literary output of its nature by a Tibetan student in exile.
Tibetans in exile have shown the world that Tibetan culture, although aged, is living and well, thank you.
There is no time to waste on you / You’re just a wretched peasant
If you cross the giant Himalayas / You’ll find my country Tibet
An image of my children finishing school and reading colourful books, just like the young man, with such glasses on, while they come home waiting for jobs.
Review by Jeffrey Bowe of Winds of Change – An Autobiography of a Tibetan, by Tsoltim Ngima Shakabpa. Provides a close and revealing insight into those forces which have crafted this biographical voyage from a carefree and privileged childhood in independent Tibet.