It was in autumn of 2007. Many Tibetans were hoping that the Summer Olympic in 2008 would bring more attention to their human right situation. Øystein and I knew that this could be a golden opportunity to make a documentary about the Tibetans fight for fundamental human rights and freedom of expression. I decided to follow a march of nuns and monks that wanted to go home to China.
I knew it could be dangerous to cross the border to China. The monks, nuns and even I could be arrested and even worse being killed even though I was not afraid. I was willing to do it because I was willing to give my life for basic human rights. It is my fundamental values and virtues in life. If you know what you are willing to live and die for you can find unstoppable power. I became clear that I was ready to put my life on the line for this cause.
I followed the march coming closer and closer to the border of China. The Indian police were getting more and more aggressive. Earlier in the rally, I became friends with the police, but now I felt like an enemy. Then one day, the police were blocking the road. The monks, nuns and I were marching on. The marchers reached the police squad and sat down. Then the police arrested each one and even me….
I was furious in the prison cell and started to meditate and chant. I felt like a lion in a cage. I demanded the police to let me out since I had done nothing wrong. But I ended up spending the night in the prison cell. I hardly slept, but I felt powerful.
The next morning I was let out, and they gave me ten days to leave India. I went straight up to Dharamsala and interviewed people that had protested and flighted from Tibet to India. They reported seeing friends being killed in front of their eyes for non-violently protesting in Lhasa.
The day before I had to leave India, I went to the airport and relaxed a bit before the flight. Then I suddenly heard on the loudspeaker: "The flight to Delhi is cancelled….. "I went to the counter and were disappointed that they could let me know before. I ran out and hired a taxi and drove crazily to the next airport to reach another flight to Delhi. I came 25 minutes too late....
I was stressed since I wouldn't reach to be out of the country. I bought a coffee. On the cup, it said: "Everything goes good in the end. If it is not good, it is not the end." I relaxed and likely the next morning- I rebooked my flight without costs and flew out of India one day too late without anyone further notice.
Everything goes good in the end has since then been one of my life mottos. Whatever difficult situation I am in there is always a way out. It is just essential to keep the right focus. It might look bad at times, but to never give up looking for the right solution.
“When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, dieases and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall or dissapear. Think of it--always.”
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