Tibet Museum

The place closest to hell before the liberation of Tibet At the Million Serfs Liberation Exhibition in the Tibet Museum, I have to take a deep breath every few steps. I'm clearly no longer suffering from altitude sickness, but I always feel out of breath. Human beings are divided into three classes and nine ranks, and the life of a serf is only worth a straw rope: drums made of human skin, ritual instruments made of skulls, being cut off arms and noses, being used as the foundation of temples, being arbitrarily killed by the children of slave owners; they bear countless taxes throughout their lives, taxes on birth and death, taxes on sweeping snow and picking up cow dung, taxes on singing, even taxes on not braiding their hair, and they can never get rid of their debts. The most heart-pounding thing is that the children of serfs are serfs from generation to generation. The fatalism of religion paralyzes them. Being born as a slave is a mistake they made in their previous lives. If they want to break the shackles in this life, the next life will only be worse. In stark contrast, the three major lords have mountains of food, tons of gold and countless precious jewels, and wealth rolls in without doing anything. The light sentence 'liberation of Tibet' in the history books, I only realized today what it means, it means the rebirth of millions of serfs, it means a new sun rises in Tibet.