We hug and both try not to cry. Jeffrey told me later he saw him wiping away his tears on the way down the stairs. We all seem to be leaving each other so gently and slowly. Jeffrey leaves on Sunday – he says to me, “Well, you’re down to your last wonderful man!”
And Jeffrey is wonderful! He is going out to the plaza to go dancing with Summer tonight, the cheerful and bubbly manager of the hostel. She is a radiant Chinese girl who is planning on coming to American for college.
We take our last film segment. I cry. Holding back my tears has become a major pastime for me here. Jeffrey teases that he is going to do a montage of me crying throughout Tibet.
All of these tears springing from this deep and pressurized well of gratitude!
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