It was blindingly bright. I guess I was closer to the sun than I'd ever been before. I blinked and squinted until I could make sense of the scene. I'd just stepped out of my guesthouse on to Beijing road, the main artery running through the city. Four lanes wide, steady traffic. I looked around, there was an army check-post to my right, a newly built concrete block building to my left, and a cigarette shop right across from me. This was Lhasa. I walked down the road, past the check-post, the clothing stores, the construction sites... I wanted to cry. The city that I'd grown up reading and dreaming about was gone. (image by Ryan Gauvin)
It was blindingly bright. I guess I was closer to the sun than I'd ever been before. I blinked and squinted until I could make sense of the scene. I'd just stepped out of my guesthouse on to Beijing road, the main artery running through the city. Four lanes wide, steady traffic. I looked around, there was an army check-post to my right, a newly built concrete block building to my left, and a cigarette shop right across from me. This was Lhasa. I walked down the road, past the check-post, the clothing stores, the construction sites... I wanted to cry. The city that I'd grown up reading and dreaming about was gone.
©Ryan Gauvin
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