Seven Years in Tibet
"Because you are my path to liberation."



INT. CAR - DAY
INGRID
"I wish we'd said goodbye at the front door and it was 
finished. And you could have a nice and pleasant journey on 
your own."

Harrer turns to her, fed up.

HARRER
"Why must you be this way? Why is there always a problem? It's 
a good question. Life is not always convenient." 

(pretending to humor her)

Do you want to go home, do you want to turn around?"

INGRID
"Yes."

HARRER
"It's the Himalayas! How long have I been talking about the 
Himalayas? How long?"

Ingrid seems to retreat into herself, shaken.

INGRID
"Far too long."

A meek man - HORST IMMENDORF - drives the car, pretending to ignore the tensions in the back seat. 
Ingrid leans forward.

INGRID
"Horst, when we get there, can you give me a hand?"

HORST
"Yes, of course."

Harrer rolls his eyes, thinks she's begging for sympathy.


HARRER
"Oh, Ingrid. Stop it."

EXT. GRAZ TRAIN STATION - DAY
The car stops across from the busy station; NAZI SOLDIERS stream toward the entrance, above which 
hangs a huge swastika flag. Harrer gatheres his rucksack, takes Ingrid's hand and leads her through 
the crowds.


HARRER
"Try to make this pleasant."

INT. GRAZ TRAIN STATION TICKET ROOM - DAY
The station is teeming with more Nazi soldiers. Harrer drags Ingrid past TRAVELERS waiting in line to 
purchase tickes, searching for someone.

HARRER
"Where is that idiot who's supposed to meet us?"

Spotting Harrer, a tall thin MAN of exquisite precision approaches him: PETER AUFSCHNAITER. 
Aufschnaiter has a stack of tickets in his hand.

AUFSCHNAITER
"Mister Harrer? I have your tickets - "

Harrer grabs the tickets from Aufschnaiter's hands.

HARRER
"Fine. I'm late. Take me to my train - "

AUFSCHNAITER
"No, no, no. You don't understand...
(modestly)
I am Peter Aufschnaiter. I'm leading the expedition. How do you 
do?"

Smiling shyly, Aufschnaiter extends a hand. Sizing up this unprepossessing man, Harrer shakes 
Aufschnaiter's hand, wearing an expression of acute disappointment.


INT. TRAIN STATION AND PLATFORMS - DAY
As Harrer, Ingrid, and Horst emerge from the ticket room into the station, they see two platforms up 
ahead where the crowd of German SOLDIERS file onto trains.

As Harrer, Ingrid, and Horst make their way toward their train, a robust NAZI 
OFFICIAL spots Harrer and makes a beeline toward him.


OFFICIAL
"Ah, here's our celebrity.
(reaches Harrer)
May I say, Mr. Harrer, on behalf of the Reichssportsfuhrer, we 
are honored to have such a great German hero on the team."

HARRER
"Thank you. But I'm Austrian."

Leading Harrer past throngs of people, the Official gestures to the Photographer 
who hurries over as the Official grandly presents Harrer with a small Nazi flag. The Photographer 
snaps a photo.


OFFICIAL
"Yes, but I'm sure that, as a distinguished member of the 
National Socialist Party, you will be proud to plant our 
country's flag on the summit of Nanga Parbat...when you reach 
it." (slowing down)
I am quite sure the man who conquered the Eiger North Wall can 
subdue the gods 
of "our mountain" in the Himalayas."


Harrer takes the flag. CAMERAS FLASH. They reach a car where Aufschnaiter is waiting with two other 
climbers: HANS LOBENHOFFER and LUTZ CHICKEN, a kind of German Frick and Frack duo. The two teammates 
extend their hands to offer introductions to Harrer.

LOBENHOFFER
"Hans Lobenhoffer."

CHICKEN
"Lutz Chicken."


Harrer dutifully shakes their hands. CAMERAS FLASH:

OFFICIAL
"And a picture with your lovely wife."

Harrer shoots Ingrid an imploring look, pulls her close to him. She smiles wanly when the CAMERAS 
FLASH. The official gestures to Horst.


OFFICIAL
"And Mister..."

HORST
"Horst Immendorf. Family friend. No picture necessary."


As the Photographer fires off a few more shots, Harrer flashes a bright, exuberant smile - in sharp 
contrast to the impacted sorrow underlying Ingrid's smile. He has perfected a breezy public persona, 
and the effortlessness of his act only adds to her misery.


OFFICIAL
"When is the little one due, Mrs. Harrer?"


He is pointing to Ingrid's belly. And for the first time, the CAMERA REVEALS 
what has been hidden: Ingrid is seven and a half months pregnant. The question 
strikes her deep in the heart and causes Harrer's smile to fade.

INGRID
"Approximately the same time as my husband reaches base camp."

With that, she breaks away and visibly struggles to keep her emotions in check. 
Harrer grabs her, drags her away from the media onslaught.


HARRER
"Why don't you tell the whole country our problems?"

Her eyes brim with tears; she is close to breaking down.

HARRER
"I'm getting on that train. Is there anything you want to say 
to me?"

She stares mutely at him, appalled by his lack of feeling.


HARRER
"Fine. Go. Leave. I'll see you in four months."

EXT. PLATFORM - POV - THROUGH WINDOW:
Ingrid and Horst turning away from the platform, heading through the station. She is crying 
uncontrollably. Horst wraps his arm around her, tries to console her.

INT. TRAIN - DAY
Harrer watching, consumed with guilt. He moves down the aisle, passing a 
compartment where the three other members of his team are already seated. An 
empty spot is waiting for Harrer.

Unable to face them, Harrer keeps moving, heads into another compartment.

CLOSE UP - MAP OF WORLD
A map showing the course of Harrer's journey, through Europe by train, into Asia 
by boat. Toward a mountain peak in the Himalayas - the name, Nanga Parbat.

Harrer's voice narrates as we follow the winding path toward his destination.

HARRER (V.O.)
We will travel five thousand miles. When we reach India, we 
will head for the 
Himalayas and the ninth highest peak on Earth, Nanga Parbat. 
The name means 
"Naked Mountain." Germany calls it Unser Berg, "Our Mountain." 
Before us, four 
German expeditions attempted it. All failed. Eleven climbers 
were killed in storms and avalanches. By now, the conquest of 
Nanga Parbat is a national obsession, a matter of German pride.



BRITISH OFFICER
"Let's hope Germany retreats from Poland as quickly as you did 
from "your 
mountain" , Herr Harrer. It might reduce your prison time."



HARRER
"What's is this?"

BRITISH OFFICER
"You are under arrest."


HARRER
"What's the charge? Failure to reach the  summit?"

BRITISH OFFICER
"I'm afraid not."



BRITISH OFFICER
"War has broken out between His Majesty's Government and 
Germany. All enemy 
aliens on British Empire soil are prisoners of war."


HARRER(V.0.)
October 15, 1939. Reaching prison camp, I make a promise to 
myself...

Each step into the camp plunges Harrer deeper into despair. Then his gaze lights on something which 
lifts his spirits. He keeps staring straight ahead, at POV-THE HIMALYAYAS: The mountains form a white-
rimmed, rocky spine to the north.


HARRER(V.O.)
I will be lying beside Ingrid before summer solstice of the new 
year. The mountains are right in front of us. It will be easy 
to escape and get lost in them.


CHICKEN
"Would you like to come with us?"

HARRER
"Why?"

CHICKEN
"After all, you're the authority on jailbreak around here."


LOBENHOFFER
"We could benefit from your experience..."

Exasperated, Aufschnaiter interrupts.

AUFSCHNAITER
"Please stop this gruesome charade.
(Pauses)
Every time you escape, Heinrich, patrols are doubled and 
tripled. It's making life difficult for the rest of us."


HARRER
"I prefer to travel on my own. But thanks for thinking of me."

EXT. PRISON MESS HALL - DAY
Hundreds of prisoners swill gruel at long tables. Harrer, by himself, eats quickly, never looking up. 
Aufschnaiter passes by, sets something beside Harrer's plate.


AUFSCHNAITER
The mailman has come.

Harrer glances down at a THICK ENVELOPE addressed to a guard at the camp. 
From Ingrid Harrer in Austria. Harrer picks up the envelope, overwhelmed. Looks 
around to thank Aufschnaiter. But he's already seated at another table with Chicken and Lobenhoffer.

INT. PRISON BARRACKS -DAY
Harrer lowers himself onto his cot. Opens the envelope and pulls out a SHEAF OF 
STAPLED PAPERS. A NOTE flutters to the ground. As he studies the sheaf of 
papers, his eagerness turns to confusion, then despair. CLOSE ON SHEAF OF 
PAPERS: They are divorce papers drafted by an Austrian lawyer.

Harrer reaches down, plucks the note from the floor. Read it.

INGRID(O.S.)
Dear Heinrich, Please sign the enclosed divorce papers and send 
them to my 
lawyer. Horst and I intend to be married as soon as the divorce 
is finalized. As for your letter, yes, your son Rolf Harrer was 
born while you were climbing the 
mountain. He is now two years old and calls Horst "papa." When 
he is old enough, 
I will tell him his real father was lost in the Himalayas. It 
seems the kindest thing to say, considering you never wanted 
the child anyway. Needless to say, I have no intention of 
"resolving our differences," as you suggested. They were 
resolved the moment you left Austria. I am sorry you have been 
imprisoned in India and hope this dreadful war will soon be 
over, for everyone's sake. Ingrid.

EXT. PRISON CAMP - DAY
Rain stil pours. Harrer steps out of the barracks and walks the perimeter of the 
yard. He stops, leans against the wall of barbed wire, holds onto it for support. It takes him a 
moment to realize he has grasped the wire so hard, his hands are bleeding. As if pulling himself from 
a trance, he steps back. Stares at the fence. Then hauls off and kicks it with all his strengh--
cursing and slamming his boots into the barbed wire until he's too drained to continue.



HARRER
"I'm coming with you."



AUFSCHNAITER
"Take two and sleep it off. I'll send you a bill in the 
morning."

HARRER
(groans)
"What are you doing here?"

AUFSCHNAITER
"I missed you so much, Heinrich, I thought I'd stop by for a 
visit."

HARRER
"Where are the others?"

AUFSCHNAITER
"The Italians were caught outside Nelang. Lutz and Hans took 
ill and had to turn 
back."

HARRER
"I'm sorry to hear that."

AUFSCHNAITER
"I'm sure you're heartbroken.
(exhausted)
May I impose upon your generous nature and camp here tonight?"


HARRER
"Please....be my guest."


AUFSCHNAITER
"Very gracious of you."

AUFSCHNAITER
"You might be interested to know...I've heard the Japanese have 
retreated all the 
way to Shanghai. Even if you reach the Chinese border, you may 
never catch up 
with them."


HARRER
"I don't care if the Japanese get repelled all the way back to 
Tokyo."


AUFSCHNAITER
"You will if you plan to get back to Austria."

HARRER
"But I don't."

AUFSCHNAITER
"You don't what?"

HARRER
"Plan to go back..."home"."

AUFSCHNAITER
"Why not?"

HARRER
"No particular reason.
(feigning boredom)
But when you get there, tell my wife that two years in prison 
camp was roughly 
equivalent to four years of marriage. And I'm glad to be free 
of both."

His bitterness gives Aufschnaiter pause; he hesitates before speaking.

AUFSCHNAITER
"I'm not going back either. At least until this shameful war is 
over."

Now it's Harrer's turn to be surprized.

HARRER
"Where are you headed?"


AUFSCHNAITER
"Not negotiable. My father gave it to me when I climbed Mont 
Blanc."

HARRER
"Everyone's climbed Mont Blanc, Peter."
(reprovingly)
"If I had a watch like that, I'd trade it."

Aufschnaiter stiffens with resentment, then removes his watch and commences 
trading with the vendor.



Harrer drags himself to his feet, staggers over to the edge of plateau. Beyond, the Tibetan plain 
spreads out as vast and wide as an ocean. Harrer slowly wanders the perimeter of the plateau, scouts 
for their Guides.

Aufschnaiter, lying on the ground, turns his head, his eyes only inches from Harrer's open knapsack. A 
few provisions spill out. Aufschnaiter sees something shiny inside the pack, tilts his head closer to 
get a better look, dismayed by what Harrer has hidden. He reaches in, pulls out three WATCHES tied 
together with a rubber band, and Harrer's gold wedding band. Aufschnaiter scrambles to his feet and 
marches over to Harrer, who's still at the edge of plateau.


EXT. EDGE OF PLATEAU - LATE DAY
Harrer turns when he hears footsteps. Faces Aufschnaiter.

AUFSCHNAITER
"Know what time it is?"

Harrer is shocked to see mild-mannered Aufschnaiter flushing with rage. 
Aufschnaiter hurls the watches toward Harrer.

AUFSCHNAITER
"Refresh my memory. What did you say at the bazaar back there?"
(livid)
""If I had a watch like that, I'd trade it." You don't have 
one, you cheap lying 
bastard, you have three!"

Harrer straightens up, unruffled.

HARRER
"You have a problem, Peter?"

AUFSCHNAITER
"You think I'm so happy to travel with you, I should foot the 
bill? You're such a big man you don't need to contribute?"


HARRER
(dangles the watches)
"This is junk. From some Italian prisoners."

AUFSCHNAITER
"I don't give a shit! Haven't you ever heard of a principle?"


HARRER
(derisively)
"Go ahead. Take one. And keep your principles."

Handing Aufschnaiter the packet of watches, Harrer starts moving, tries to put 
some distance between them.

AUFSCHNAITER
"Look at you. Caught being a selfish prick and you're 
gloating."

HARRER
"You sound like an old woman, Peter. What do you want me to 
do?"

AUFSCHNAITER 
"Try Apologizing. Try feeling a little remorse. If all else 
fails, try 
wiping that smirk off your face."

HARRER
(pushes him)
"Take a watch and shut up! I don't need another boring sermon 
from some 
frustrated , glorified tour guide."


Aufschnaiter spins around, takes a few steps, and grabs his knapsack.

AUFSCHNAITER
"No wonder you're always alone. Who could stand your miserable 
company?"


Tossing the watches back to Harrer, Aufschnaiter turns and stalks down the trail. Watching him 
descend, Harrer shrugs his shoulders: no big loss. Then, as 
Aufschnaiter gets farther away, Harrer goes slack with remorse. Abruptly grabs his pack and streaks 
like a bullet down the center of the hill, bypassing the switchbacks until he is gaining on 
Aufschnaiter.


EXT. HILL - LATE DAY
Reaching Aufschnaiter, Harrer pauses to catch his breath. Cautiously extends his 
hand. In it are the watches and Harrer's wedding ring.

HARRER
"Please take them."
(pauses, embarrassed)
"It was wrong to hide them."

It's probably the first time in his life he's admitted he was wrong. Aufschnaiter accepts the watches 
but removes the wedding ring.

AUFSCHNAITER
"Keep this."

HARRER
"No. I didn't deserve it, either."

He shoots such a plangent look of remorse, Aufschnaiter is oddly moved, quietly 
accepts the ring.

HARRER
"...He's about three and a half years old now. Pretty soon, 
she'll tell him I got lost in the Himalayas. So he'll have a 
dead father. Which is fine with me."

EXT. CAMPSITE - NIGHT
Harrer and Aufschnaiter lie wrapped in their blankets.

AUFSCHNAITER
"Why?"

HARRER
"Better a dead father than a lousy father."


A long silence as they stare up at the sky.

AUFSCHNAITER
"Write him a letter and tell him you're alive."


HARRER
"Dear Rolf Harrer, I am a person you don't know. A man you've 
never met...But 
you are someone who occupies my mind...and my heart...in this 
distant land where 
I've gone. If you can imagine a hidden place, tucked safely 
away from the 
world...concealed by walls of high, snow-capped mountains...a 
place rich with all 
the strange beauty of your nighttime dreams...Then you know 
where I am."

HARRER
"In the country where I'm traveling - Tibet - people believe if 
they walk long 
distances to holy places...it purifies the bad deeds they've 
committed...They believe 
the more difficult the journey, the greater the depth of 
purification."

HARRER
"...In this place where time stands still, it seems that 
everything is moving. Including me. I can't say I know where 
I'm going. Nor whether my bad deeds can be 
purified...there are so may things I've done which I regret. 
But when I come to a full stop, I hope you will understand that 
the distance between us is not as great as it seems...With deep 
affection, your father...Heinrich Harrer."


INT. DESK AT HARRER'S HOUSE - LATER
Harrer rips open the envelope, reads the letter. And deflates. In a hollow whisper, he reads it aloud.

HARRER
"Dear Mister Heinrich Harrer, You are not my father. Please 
stop writing me letters. 
Rolf Immendorf."


INT. RECEPTION ROOM - DAY
Entering first, Harrer takes a few steps and involuntarily looks up to the Dalai 
Lama's high throne. He is shocked to see the thirteen-year-old avatar grinning 
excitedly at him, like a long lost friend. A look of surprise and deep, overwhelming pleasure lights 
Harrer's face. The two of them lock eyes, staring. Utterly scandalized, the Dalai Lama's mother bows 
and prostrates. Harrer dutifully bows. Tries a clunky prostration and nearly trips. The Dalai Lama 
laughs with delight.


HARRER
"Your Holiness, it is a great honor to meet you."

He heads back to his seat. Remembers he's not to turn his back to the Dalai Lama 
and awkwardly attemps walking backwards. He takes his seat and politely waits for the Dalai Lama to 
speak first.

With urgent seriousness, the Dalai Lama begins the audience.

DALAI LAMA
"Do you like movies?"

HARRER
"Well...I haven't seen one in about eight years. But as I 
recall, yes, I do."

DALAI LAMA
"So do I."

HARRER
"I'm glad to know that, Your Holiness."

DALAI LAMA
"I have a movie projector. And films. One of female dancers 
being hatched out of 
eggs."

HARRER
"That could be a bit racy. 
(the mother clears her throat)
It sounds wonderfully educational, Your Holiness."


DALAI LAMA
"I want to build a movie house. Here at the Potala. With seats 
and everything."

HARRER
"Seats would be advisable."

DALAI LAMA
"Can you build it?"

HARRER
"Excuse me?"

DALAI LAMA
"Can you build a movie house for me? My advisors cannot 
disapprove and you will 
be well paid."

The mother knits her eyebrows in consternation. She wasn't informed of this plan. 
Now the Dalai Lama speaks in a fast torrent of words, desperate to say everything 
at once.

DALAI LAMA
"And you will have to come here every day to build it. Every 
single day. And when 
you're here, you will visit me. We can have conversations. On 
many topics. I would like to learn about the world you come 
from.
(breathless)
For example...where is Paris, France? And what is a Molotov 
Cocktail? And who is 
Jack the Ripper?"

MOTHER
"Kundun..."

Realizing she has interrupted her son, she stops herself. The Dalai Lama knows he's going out on a 
limb, but is determined to have his way.


DALAI LAMA
"You can tell me many things."

Harrer folds his hands together, bows his head. Then glances surreptitiously at the Dalai Lama, full 
of admiration.

HARRER
"I am proud to be of service, Your Holiness."

HARRER
"When you face the light, it's day. When you're in shadow, it's 
night. So when the 
sun in rising in Lhasa, it's setting far to the west, in New 
York City, for example. That's why it's not the same time 
everywhere.
(solicitously)
Does that answer your question?"

Nodding, the Dalai Lama spots the poker-faced Master of the Kitchen approaching 
and he quickly hops onto his throne. Both are silent as the Master serves the Dalai Lama butter tea, 
covering his mouth with a hand so as not to breathe on the serving. 
Taking his leave, he walks backwards. The moment he's gone, the Dalai Lama 
scrambles off the throne, impulsively takes Harrer's hand in his.

DALAI LAMA
"Tell me more, tell me more."

Holding the boy's hand in his, Harrer basks in happiness.


HARRER
"What do you want to know?"


INT. ATTIC STOREROOM IN POTALA - DAY
In a dark hidden corner, Harrer sets up a radio while the Dalai Lama holds a 
flashlight for him to see. Harrer attaches wires from a large portable battery to the back of radio.

HARRER
"In a few minutes, you'll be entering the world of mass media, 
Your Holiness."

DALAI LAMA
"I can hear news from all over the planet?"

HARRER
"I don't know if they have live broadcasts from the Tonga 
Islands, but generally 
speaking, yeah."

DALAI LAMA
"Do you listen to news from your country?"

HARRER
(busy working on radio)
Austria? Not very often. Give me some light over here."

He points and the Dalai Lama shines the flashlight on the side of the radio.

DALAI LAMA
"Why? It's your home."

HARRER
"Not any more."

DALAI LAMA
"But don't you have friends and family there?"

The Dalai Lama is so intrigued, he keeps turning to look at Harrer, moving the 
flashlight.

HARRER
"A few friends. No family. Hold the light steady. Your 
Holiness."

DALAI LAMA
"Why? Is everyone dead?"

HARRER
"Do you know, there's another sentence construction aside from 
the question. You 
might try it some time.
(goes back to work on the radio)
I was married. But I'm divorced."

DALAI LAMA
"What did you do?"

Harrer makes a great effort to appear busy with his task, doesn't want the Dalai 
Lama to see his face. But he also can't lie to him.

HARRER
"I didn't want a child. So I ran away to climb a mountain."

Dalai Lama is shocked.

DALAI LAMA
"You have a child, Heinrig?"

HARRER
"Though I've never met him.


With great relief, he manages to get the radio working and a loud CRACKLE OF 
STATIC bursts through the box. He turns to the Dalai Lama, anxious to drop the 
subject.

HARRER
"Here. Let me show you how this works."


INT. DALAI LAMA'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
The Dalai Lama sits on the edge of his bed, weeping uncontrollably. Standing 
awkwardly in front of him, Harrer doesn't know whether he should sit on the Dalai Lama's bed or not.

DALAI LAMA
"They were destroying the village I was born in - Takster.
In Amdo. It was terrible."

HARRER
"You had a bad dream, Kundun. It was just a dream."

DALAI LAMA
"But it was so real. Where did it come from?"

Harrer is at a loss to explain that.

DALAI LAMA
"My mind could never imagine such terrible things."

Throwing protocol out the window, Harrer sits beside the Dalai Lama and wraps his arm around him.



INT. DALAI LAMA'S WAITING ROOM - NIGHT

Unable to sleep, Harrer stares out at POV - THROUGH WINDOWS: The 
snowcapped Himalayas glowing milky white in the darkness.

HARRER hears the DOOR OPEN. Looks up as the Dalai Lama steps into the 
waiting room and sits down.

DALAI LAMA
"I can't sleep. I'm afraid the dream will come back."

HARRER
"We could have an insomniac's slumber party."

DALAI LAMA
"Tell me a story, Heinrig.
(looks out at mountains)
Tell me a story about climbing mountains."

HARRER
"That's one way to fall asleep. Those stories bore even me."


DALAI LAMA
"Then tell me what you love about it."

Harrer wasn't prepared for that.

HARRER
"What do I...?"

He thinks a moment.

HARRER
"The absolute simplicity. That's what I love.
(pauses)
You have a purpose. Your mind is clear. And calm. Suddenly, the 
light becomes 
sharper. Sounds are richer. All you feel is the deep, powerful 
presence of life. 
(pauses, embarrassed)
I've only felt that way one other time before."

DALAI LAMA
"When?"

HARRER
"In your presence, Kundun."


HARRER
"You should leave Tibet, Kundun. Your life is at great risk if 
you stay here."

The Dalai Lama cocks his head, listening with detached curiosity.

HARRER
"If you'll forgive my presumption, I've made all the 
arrangements to escort you out safely. We can leave after the 
enthronement ceremony. The Chinese would never expect you to go 
then."

The Dalai Lama carefully absorbs this, moved by Harrer's concern.

DALAI LAMA
"How can I help people if I run away from them? What kind of 
leader would I be?"

He has struck such a deep nerve. Harrer can't respond.


DALAI LAMA
"I have to stay here, Heinrig. Serving others is my path to 
liberation."

There's a pause before Harrer speaks.

HARRER
"Then I won't go either."

DALAI LAMA
"Why not?"

HARRER
"Because you are my path to liberation."

He seeks to make eye contact with the Dalai Lama, but the Dalai Lama looks away.

DALAI LAMA
"The Buddha said, "Salvation does not come from the sight of 
me. It demands 
strenuous effort and practice. So work hard and seek your own 
salvation diligently.
(looks at Harrer)
I am not your son. And I never thought of you as my father. You 
were much too 
informal with me for that."

Afraid he might lose the slender hold on his emotions, Harrer close his eyes. The Dalai Lama pauses a 
moment before speaking again.

DALAI LAMA
"Do you ever think about him?"

Too overwhelmed to speak, Harrer nods his head.

HARRER
"All the time. Every day."

DALAI LAMA
"And what do you think about?"

Harrer takes a deep breath, trying not to cry.

HARRER
"It's not a conscious thought anymore, Kundun. He's just always 
there.
(pauses)
He crossed Tibet with me. He came to Lhasa with me. When I 
visit you, he's there 
beside me...
(pauses)
He's just always there. I don't even remember how I pictured 
the world without him in it."

DALAI LAMA
"Then you should go home and be his father."


