the entrance. I recognized that they were the ones that I had seen earlier. I found out they were just back from a snow disaster area. After entering the house I saw secretary Tsu in a room meeting with many others. The office director went to notify secretary Tsu of my coming, however, I saw across the door that everyone was busy and I didn't want to interrupt them, so I stayed at the door and chatted with Yon Cha. Yon Cha was known through a mutual friend and he was the head of the Seda Hospital. He is a very nice guy. It is said that he had helped so many poor people that once he got married out of town and didn't tell anyone here, and by the time he returned, people waited in front of his house and complained and wanted to give him a proper wedding. The first sight of Yon Cha gave me an impression of a moderate person. I told him what happen on my way here and asked him where I could buy a camera. He said, "Sedaa doesn't have it. The hospital has one, but someone took it with him to the village. My friend has one, but not sure if it would meet your professional standard." To me, the most important thing now is to quickly find a camera and document what I have seen and felt. Those impressions could be gone in a split second. Seda is very high above sealevel but fairly flat. With the cover of the snow it was beautiful and holy. The stupas made by praying flags were like towers connecting to the heavenly kingdom. With the rhythm of flags flying up and down in the wind, one could feel his deepest pray being conveyed to heaven. One could feel his soul light as feather and thin like a snowflake flying to heaven with the wind and snow. Every second was different than a second before. The only thing I wanted to do was to record these with a camera, as if I wanted to catch the tail of the wind in the air and incorporate these messages and souls into my canvas. I wanted to express what I had felt in this silver and quiet world, express what had touched me, what I was preying to the endless universe...

Yon Cha opened the broken door make of leather, and on the right side there was his biggest asset: a pile of cow's waste. The smell was very familiar, it felt like I was dreaming about twenty years earlier when I was in Tibet: lack of material things, desire of warmth... all came back to me.

The phone rang and it was secretary Tsu saying that he just finished his business and invited me over for dinner. Even though I was already full, I felt hard to refuse so I went. Waiting in front of the door was a tall man with a exhausted look on his face. It turns out that he was secretary Tsu. I remembered that when I was watching TV in Yon Cha's house I saw a group of people passing out food, money, tents and other goods to the victims of the snow disaster area, from one place to another non-stop. It was secretary Tsu and his team, and they had just finished their job. This gained my respect to him. The moment I got off the car I was light headed all the time, this was in Tibet: the black river, A Li, Gaize, Ritu.......Those are places no one wanted to go because they were no man's land. The nature conditions are too harsh to the point that is beyond many people's imagination. Secretary Tsu's meal wasn't as good as Yon Cha's and certainly couldn't compare with any regular meal in the inland. When I first went back to China I heard a few names that were named by the party as role models for the party members. As I saw secretary Tsu, I thought he was probably the closest and the best role model. After dinner, I heard that they had to rush to other places, people around him were in and out covered with snow... I didn't want to distract them so I went out to take pictures of the pray flags. At the time the sun had melted the snow on the flags, leaving a completely different sensation.

I couldn't sleep at night and become short of breath. I remember that there was a tall tank on the table. It should be oxygen tank. This was very new to me. When I was in Tibet I had never thought of using these kinds of thing. The development is certainly quick here. I didn't know how to use it. When I twist the cap something shot out and almost hit my eyes. It seems that there was certainly oxygen inside so I used it to help me to sleep. It only felt like a short nap and I was wakened by the engine noise that came from the Landcruiser outside. They went out again. I couldn't fall back to sleep anymore so I decided to visit a famous monastery in the area. Yon Cha advised me not to go because it was dangerous, but I insisted so he went with me in case anything happened he could help.

When I was ready to leave Seda and go to Dege to get the paper, Yon Cha and his friends all advised me not to go because it was snowing very heavily, at this condition it was impossible to I drive across the Chola Mountain because Chola Mountain has extremely high altitude.