I woke up at 6 am, even though we could sleep in until 8 am I’m still a little jet lagged. The 305 stairs we have to climb every day are starting to get easier. After breakfast, I met my mutual learning partner, Sonam. I was worried we would run out of things to talk about, but as we visited the Tibet Museum, she surprisingly shared her entire life story with me. I was shocked. The problems I’ve faced in life seem irrelevant compared to hers. The 3 hours went by really fast.
After lunch, we went shopping, and I confirmed how bad I am at bargaining. We then went to the Tibetan Children’s Village Day School. We got divided into two groups; one that worked in a classroom with 7-year-olds, and the other re-painted the walls of the school. As fun as it seemed at first, I soon discovered it could be tiring.
After watching a documentary about how Tibetans try to escape into Dharamsala, and after the self-immolation forum (something I had never heard of before) it finally hit me how harsh their reality can be. I’ve learned so much since I got here, and I find it hard to believe how many people don’t know the truth about what is happening.