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with caves, and there was but one precipitous
path winding round the very edge of the cliffs, with a sheer
drop of more than two thousand feet for those who slipped.
Here, when venturing out in the open, we used gray robes
which blended with the rock face. Grey robes which con-
cealed us from the chance gaze of the Chinese using
binoculars.
Far off I could see Chinese specialists with theodolites
and measuring sticks. They crawled about like ants, plac-
ing pegs into the ground, making entries in their books. A
monk crossed in front of a soldier, the Chinese jabbed at
the monk's leg with his bayonet. Through the twenty
magnification binoculars-my one luxury-which I had
brought, I could see the spurt of blood and the sadistic
grin on the face of the Chinese. These glasses were good,
revealing the proud Potala and my own Chakpori. Some-
thing nagged at the back of my mind, something was miss-
ing. I refocused the binoculars and looked again. Upon
the waters of the Serpent Temple Lake nothing stirred. In
the streets of Lhasa no dogs nuzzled among refuse pile