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By Christophe Besuchet
I first met Lhasang Tsering in October 1987, while I was on my way to Tibet — or so I thought. The Chinese authorities had just closed the country after the pro-independence demonstrations that had shaken the Tibetan capital a few days earlier. I had planned to stop first in Dharamshala and, as was common in those days, I was carrying letters and parcels that friends abroad wished to send to India. One of them was for Lhasang-la.
The previous year, Lhasang had been elected President of the Tibetan Youth Congress on a clear Rangzen platform, and I was to meet him at the Centrex office in McLeod Ganj. I had been warned that he could be unpredictable, especially with...
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