With 20 hours of video footages from the 11 families back in Tibet, I headed directly to the refugees handicraft center in Dharamsala,in India. The past 3 months’ physical hardship through the Tibetan winter is now working as a midday dream in the Indian summer.
I told them that on my last stop in Tibet, I was looking for the brother of Tenzin in Balou. I had a telephone contact number but it turned out to be incorrect. I was running out of money so I could not have stayed much longer in town. So I decided to ask the people in the street if they know Tenzin’s brother. One of the many pool players in the street has pointed his finger towards the mountains and said, “Over there!”
I looked at the mountains that surrounded us and decided to walk on. Then I saw on my right there was a Tibetan tea house. For some reason I told myself that there could be a hint.
I looked at the mountains that surrounded us and decided to walk on. Then I saw on my right there was a Tibetan tea house. For some reason I told myself that there could be a hint.
I entered. And saw a man. I walked up to him and ask him if he knows Jime Gonlu, Tenzin’s brother. He said, “ That’s me.”
When I told the story to Tenzin, he told me that was karma.
Families are bonded to gather.
Now with the Tibetan families’ videos shown back in India, the “reunion” was completed and we got to live the tears and laughter. If only the reunion was not by video but with physical presence it could of course have been much better.
But meanwhile, I've got the videos alright and maybe they are good enough to be put together.
