tibetan refugee camp

Sitting a cafe in Pokhara, an old Tibetan woman popped her head in from the outside through a bunch of thick  trees which protected the perimeter of the restaurant. She saw the Dalai Lama book I was reading & said, " my five friends had an American sponsor at the refuge camp who asked, " Do u want a tv for your families? Or a trip to Darmasala to see the Dalai Lama? I pick the Dalai Lama. when we go, he see me in him, kiss his feet, I very happy more than a tv!"  When we were invited to her home at the Tibetan refugee camp, she cooked us a hearty breakfast.  I coughed down 2 many cups of yak butter tea and heard her curse about the Chinese government's ocupancy in Tibet, " the fucking Chinese bul-shit BASTARDS and there smoking faces!!!!". This was said after the 58 year old lady demanded I rub her tired back, and help her write love letters to her Swiss boyfriend. 

"Lobsang, what would you like me to say?"

" You say you my new daughter Eliza, but why you not know what to flirt? Tell him what you think, but write one page.  And tell him Lobsang give good Tibetan special massage too!" 

When we finally took the bus back into town with her, I placed this 9 carat gold band that an old boyfriend had given me years before. She looked me in the eyes and smiled as she placed her newly bedazzled hand in mine and said, 

" Lobsang will keep this ring for a little while, and then maybe I sell it soon when I can have tv.  You can ask family in America to send me Nike shoes?"