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Generations Rangzen // 13/07/2008  // Agnès DHERBEYS
GEN Tashi, 75yo more or less born 1933 , from Chotar Lhaksum in Kham. Pokhara November 2008 I was the only child of farmers. My dad died when I was very young. When I left Kham, my mom was crying. But she was stronger than my other relatives. She told me : “go go ! Go now! Otherwise the Chinese won’t let you free”. I was sad but also very excited to go to Lhasa and see the Dalai Lama (my mom wrote me a letter in 1985, and I went to visit her legally from India: Kham and the whole Tibet had changed so much from what I remembered. Nothing was green anymore in Kham, it was like dust and desert everywhere. I heard people talking about the production of milk by yaks. For the same amount of milk it would take double yaks). I was the son of a farmer, so I didn’t have a gun when I joined the resistance, but my sword was big! I was about 24 yo when I joined the Resistance. I got selected to be part of CIA training in the USA. I don’t remember the name of the place.We were a group of 26 Tibetans: we traveled to West Bengal and got onto the plane from there. We learned how to read maps, check information, use guns, make bombs, even jump from planes! I did it 3 times I think. The first time I was so excited that I was not even scared. Then for the second and third times I was a bit more apprehensive, and an American CIA had to slap me on the bottom saying go go ! not a conventional thing for Khampas! I was quite worried not to speak any English, because I wanted to do well: for Tibetans to be proud. Also I am a farmer son, not educated. With hard work with the Americans, I learned very quickly, and I even won an award from the Americans as best shooting guns. I was good at reading maps too. Before training I didn’t even own a gun. After this time, son of a peasant, who was one of the best shooter of the CIA trained Tibetans! We entered back Mustang from Pakistan. We land, took a train to India and walked to Mustang Nepal. I have never been injured but few times the bullet went pretty close to my ear. My job was to train troops in Mustang. How to move, how to shoot, how to read maps, how to gather information. I think around 400 Tibetans went through my training in 8-9 years. Sometimes I would also be sent for special operation. Once, we were a group of 30 men. We divided when entering. We got lost in the night. Instead of meeting Tibetans we met Chinese troops. They killed my white horse, and I killed one Chinese soldier, this I am sure from the noise he made when falling down. We managed to escape and I finally could remember somehow the way back to Mustang. We could only travel at night time, and for 4 nights and days, we had to share the little tsampa we had. But we had nothing to drink. I thought we were all going to die. After 4 days, I managed to steal a little container from Chinese troops and we could boil some ice. It gave us some strength before crossing a river. It was not that big, but we had to carry our injured man, … it was so cold in the mountains, stones and freezing cold…. Exhausted, we reached the top of a mountain, kind of safe from the PLA. We then took the time to look at the wound of our fellow soldier. His leg was so swollen, and bones were smashed into pieces. He was in agony. I had to use my mouth, few times to take the bones pieces out, which was smoother than the hand. I had American medicines, like bandages and alcohol. The youngsters who went to protest this year in Katmandu are the future seeds of Tibet. You know, when we arrived in Mustang, we were already old soldiers… And I don’t have any child. It is a regret. Especially some of the youngsters, they laugh at me, the way I walk. This makes me really sad. His wife, was 18yo when she met him in Mustang. “We were so curious and attracted by these Khampas fighters! We were dreaming one of them would fall in love for one of us. Khampas are tough, but they have a great great heart”. En 2008 à Katmandu les tibétains ont manifesté contre l'occupation chinoise dans leur pays. Agnes Dherbeys / M.Y.O.P