20 Years of My Life in China's Death Camp
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After about six months in the bed, a tiny melody flew with an ocean of teardrops. Our physical strength improved a little, and we gained enough strength to talk to each other. In July 1962, when we were able to sit propped up in our beds, for the first time Jhola Rigzin Dorjee, who was one of our inmates, sang a Tibetan song with a traditional Tibetan guitar (Tib. Da-snyan). There was one Tibetan guitar in the prison with which the prisoners sang songs during official ceremonies. The sound of Tibetan song sung with traditional guitar revived our memories of Tibet and all the inmates had tears in their eyes. Even Jhola Rigzin Dorjee stopped singing. Teardrops from his eyes fell on the guitar. The music ended in tears.
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About the Book
While I share my life story here, I remain fully aware of the fact that it is not possible for just one individual’s experience to paint a detailed picture of the extent of how much the whole nation had suffered. Nonetheless, I hold a strong faith in my heart that what I put on record here in this book will contribute in one way or the other in informing and enlightening the readers what an ordinary Tibetan like me had to endure and hopefully shed some light on an important period in our history.
About the Author
I Tenpa Soepa was a victim of that period and I want to share here a detailed account of the years I had spent in Chinese prison. I was imprisoned from March 20 1959 to March 18 1979, exactly for twenty years. During the two decades of my life in prison I was completely disconnected from my family and society. It was the most difficult period for the whole generation of Tibetans as everywhere we had to endure extreme hardship and challenges. Tibetans in