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我是吐蕃人. 我熱愛和平, 我熱愛我的同胞. 我為吐蕃文明而驕傲和自豪.
A hurried farewell to Lhasa,
Where the fear is in your breathing, in the beating of your heart,
In the silence when you want to speak but dont,
In the catch in your throat.
A hurried farewell to Lhasa,
Where constant fear has been wrought by legions with their guns,
By countless police with their guns,
By plainclothesmen beyond counting,
And still more by the colossal machinery of the State that stands behind them night and day;
But you mustnt point a camera at them or youll get a gun pointed at you,
maybe hauled off into some corner and no one will know.
A hurried farewell to Lhasa,
Where the fear starts at the Potala and strengthens as you go east, through the Tibetans quarter.
Dreadful footsteps reverberate all round, but in daylight you wont glimpse even their shadow;
They are like demons invisible by day, but the horror is worse, it could drive you mad.
A few times I have passed them and the cold weapons in their hands.
A hurried farewell to Lhasa:
The fear in Lhasa breaks my heart.
Got to write it down.
Age
35
Country
United States
