By the time I woke up, there was a big oxygen bag next to me which had a tube connected to a mask on my mouth. It felt a little itchy; I guess that was how I was wakened. Later, I was told that I passed out right after the Tibetans put on the Hatas on my neck in Tibetan airport. I was embarrassed but more of it, I was worried. To most people, it …showed first 75 words of 620 total…

…showed last 75 words of 620 total…was my internet banned when browsing information about Tibet? Why would I be warned writing simply something I'm interested? Why would I feel more ashamed the further I got to my research on Tibet? All these kept me on this topic with my faith, a faith believing what is true not what is told. A motivation that enables me to keep on digging my research and a motivation that leads me to my future studies.