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    “Two revolutions and Tibetan resilience”                                                                                                             -Som                               (Culture revolution and Tibetan peace revolution 2008) My grandmother's untold story of the Cultural Revolution in Tibet was shocking, extreme, and unbearable. She narrated her tragic story with tears in her eyes and a pale facial expression. She had experienced a real hell on earth and never saw any ray of hope in her future life at that time. The revolution was generally considered to have begun in China around 1966 by Mao Zedong. However, the faint climate of the Cultural Revolution existed since 1959 when the People's Republic of China completely occupied Tibet and carried out a series of repressions and violent destructions in Tibet. During the ten-year Cultural Revolution in Tibet from 1966 to 1976, in the name of removing four old obstacles, “old thinking, old culture, old tradition

"Life in Exile"

Exile is all about Courage and Struggle. It is the courage to step up when fall-down many times and struggle for a better tomorrow to go back to our homeland. It’s hard to switch my rented house from time to time when our house owners asked to leave the flat vacant for their own interests. I move like a nomad in Tibet, from building to building, and street to street but I am not a bonafide nomad. I don’t have animals to rear as a livelihood and grassland territory that I grant to myself.

Every year I have to renew my blue refugee passport to get permission to stay a little longer in this country. This chronic story keeps on repeating in the last seventy years and I am still left with no permanent home address.

It hurts and hurts when I fill out my name, DOB and other details for many of my documents. There was a tiny column, ‘Nationality’. I scrolled through the drop-down and I did not find my country.” At the end of the long list, there was a word, ‘stateless’….It is hard to be a refugee, but it is even harder to be a stateless person, that keeps me in a deep breath over and over again.

I have a big dream, but my dream turns into a dream. I have a dream to see His Holiness the Dalai Lama in Tibet at Potala palace. I have a dream to go back to Tibet and enjoy the reunite Tibetan people from inside Tibet and any other exile lands. It’s been too long...seventy years to hide the tragedy story of rice and dal behind these Himalayan mountains. My stomach is still empty, and I must go back to Tibet before I die.

I always walk like any other people in the city, but I am not okay for the last seventy years in exile. I want to do something for my country, but my approach is very limited even though I try not to keep limitations to myself. 

Before I could wipe my eyes, I missed my country and suddenly did land in another world in a rented room where everything is old. The story of exile is very hard, and my pain never ends, until I can go back to my home country.

 

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