In Beijing. I shall soon return to Zoige, the high desert on the eastern end of the Tibetan plateau. Few months ago, I was there, riding on the back of the village head’s motorcycle, going through the bumpy and dried-up grassland, to film the deserted hills and the dried lakes, a scarred landscape that used to be magnificent.

I can never work as much as I imagined. Couldn’t finish the trailer for the camel project, not to mention going for funders. Zoige though, moved smoothly with Jo doing the translation, over skype, Don did the music, Aprylisa helped with writing, Les okayed it, Felix waived the application fee, and it sailed right through the fiscal sponsorship process with Arts Engine. I should be pleased, even though the road ahead is even more daunting than before.