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I can still remember the taste of the yak yogurt and homemade honey from our 2001 visit to Xiahe like it was yesterday. About two weeks ago Sarah and I, by chance were going through some old pages on our website read a piece she wrote at the time about our experience talking to some Tibetan monks in this western Chinese provincial city. And when we got to the dramatic end of the poem about fearing for China, we looked at ourselves and thought maybe we had been a little overly concerned given the fact that not much had happened in the intervening five years. All that changed this weekend with the news of protest breaking out in the peaceful city we knew 7 years ago.