The majestic Potala Palace looms into view, but it is surrounded by streetlamps, cars and Chinese flags. It is truly magnificent, but the city is cold and lifeless. An insidious presence lurks here. The streets are lined with internet cafes, Chinese restaurants, karaoke bars, pool halls and brothels. I am saddened and troubled, for this is not Tibet.

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