Short Tibetan Novel Part II

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Chapter 2: About how a Buddhist festival may become red either if is communist or Tibetan color. Time: March 5th, 1988. Scene: the Tsuglagkhang Temple (of almost impossible pronunciation) in Lhasa, at the end of Monlam festival, with about three or four thousand monks in full demonstration for freedom in Tibet. Around the square, Chinese soldiers are pointing them with guns. Two days ago, Jampa Phuntsok, a Buddhist monk, stood up amid the festival and cried out to everyone who could hear Read more [...]

Short Tibetan Novel Part I

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Introduction: about how I dreamed about a monk and he appeared the next morning for breakfast To walk the streets of McLeod Ganj is like walking a library, with shelves full of books whose characters have escaped and roam the streets on their way to the temple, to the conversational English lessons and to the terraces from which you can see the Himalayas breathing under their blanket of clouds in their temporary monsoon sleep. Everyone, everyone, EVERYONE here has a story to tell, though not Read more [...]