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ROKPA Times November 2017 - The World of ROKPA Children

A Special ROKPA Times Issue from the ROKPA Children's Home in Nepal. Our magazine, the "ROKPA Times", appears several times per year and reports in detail on current and planned ROKPA projects in the Tibetan areas of China, in Nepal and in Africa.

A Special ROKPA Times Issue from the ROKPA Children's Home in Nepal.

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AT HOME<br />

Being part <strong>of</strong> a large family –<br />

Two sisters tell their story<br />

Tsering Chöden | 16 years old<br />

I come from Dolpo, also known as the<br />

Hidden Land. Dolpo is located far north <strong>of</strong><br />

Kathmandu, on the border with the Tibetan<br />

areas <strong>of</strong> China, in the middle <strong>of</strong> beautiful<br />

high mountains. <strong>The</strong>re are no accessible<br />

roads. My mother gave birth to eleven children, five <strong>of</strong> whom died<br />

due to malnutrition and lack <strong>of</strong> medical care.<br />

I knew I had two sisters and a brother who lived far away from<br />

us. I had never met them. My second oldest sister had married<br />

and started a new life. At home it was my younger sister Dolma<br />

Lhamo and I who had to do all the work. When I was 5 years old,<br />

we went to Kathmandu, mostly on foot, to meet my siblings. At<br />

the <strong>ROKPA</strong> <strong>Children</strong>’s Home, a boy came out to greet us. It was<br />

my brother Pema. On that day, I became part <strong>of</strong> the <strong>ROKPA</strong><br />

family. After a few months my parents returned with my sister to<br />

the village. I missed them, but I also got love and care in the<br />

<strong>Children</strong>’s Home.<br />

Dolma Lhamo | 17 years old<br />

My life is rich with memories. In Dolpo<br />

I helped my mother to feed horses and<br />

cows. Sometimes I worked with my<br />

father in the field. In the winter, my little<br />

sister Tsering Chöden and I were sent to<br />

school. <strong>The</strong>re we learned the basics, but I still could not read<br />

and write like the others. Because my mother needed help, I<br />

<strong>of</strong>ten had to miss school. Afterwards I was taken into the<br />

<strong>ROKPA</strong> <strong>Children</strong>’s Home. I now have a big family.<br />

I visited Dolpo for the first time four years after joining the<br />

<strong>Children</strong>s Home. I was very happy to meet my relatives and<br />

especially my sister Chonzom Bhuti. But it grieved me to see<br />

that she worked very hard for the family. Her life situation is<br />

completely different from mine. My sister is the only one <strong>of</strong> us<br />

siblings who is not educated. Because <strong>of</strong> that, we are in two<br />

very different places.<br />

Pema Sangmo<br />

15 years old<br />

“I’ve painted this drawing<br />

because I’ve been in Kathmandu<br />

for many years and away<br />

from my family. This drawing<br />

is a memory <strong>of</strong> my childhood.<br />

Me and my brother <strong>of</strong>ten<br />

played in the river. That made<br />

us happy.”<br />

Photos: © Raymond Meier<br />

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