By the time I woke up, there was a big oxygen bag next to me which had a tube connected to a mask on my mouth. It felt a little itchy; I guess that was how I was wakened. Later, I was told that I passed out right after the Tibetans put on the Hatas on my neck in Tibetan airport. I was embarrassed but more of it, I was worried. To most people, it might seem like an adventurous trip to the highest plateau on the earth; to me, it was the primary resource gathering for my Extended essay on Dalai Lama and the Chinese communist party.
Being a Chinese, writing my extended essay topic on somethin…
