Quite amazing it is. The film about the life of Gendün Chöphel, such an interesting thing. Someone who wandered between lands. Everything was new. He took notes about the Indian people who had previously no direct knowledge. He took personal notes of everything he saw.
Tibet was Old, it needed reform. The government cared for itself, not the people. Everyone was highly dogmatic, somewhat like a feudal society. Too bad he was imprisoned, and he died after being released due to his depression and drug use.
It is these things like being impressed by trains, moving houses with wheels that are so amazing. We have similar accounts today, things most familiar to many of us like spaghetti are like snakes to people whom have never seen it before. Also, the tortellini soup that is essentially like boats swimming in a lake.
We have understood our own worlds has being normal, yet we can gain new perspective by such simple things as hearing from beginners.
I was interested by the scenes of the schools. The young children learn the alphabet by drawing in the sand. It must be assumed that they do not possess writing utensils, at least not in sufficient quantity for the children or their learning is suppressed. Nearly all of the infrastructure, the houses, the furniture, all looked beaten up and degraded. Wooden tables more like dust than wood. Yet on them there was iconography and family photos. This much like us, except our wood is clean. The outside looks of dirt, there are ovens that use fire and wood as fuel. No one forget the donkeys and the yaks.
I must say living in Tibet at least in the areas depicted in the film must be like living on the planet Tatooine. Yet in even the poorest of conditions, families remain families and kids remain kids.