Photo ©Ingrid Booz Morejohn
I live in an apartment complex with lots of different people and nationalities, good neighbors mostly, especially after the earthquake in May last year. Among the more colorful are the many Tibetans both from the TAR itself and from Western Sichuan. Usually you can see where they live from the balconies sporting prayer flags, meditation cushions and hanging meat. And by the yak doodle in our elevator, scrapped into the metal door.