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Today, we are going to be reacting to a new video.

It came out couple days ago.

The second teaser.

And it's called Ezra.

Spooky!

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[laughing...]

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Der SS-Film Geheimnis Tibet - 1943 (Full Movie) HQ Video - Duration: 1:41:04.

THE ENIGMA OF TIBET

A documentary about the "Schäfer" expedition 1938/39

Hans-Albert Lettow

In the heart of Asia lies the greatest highlands on our earth:

Tibet.

Surrounded by ice blockades of the wild high mountains,

sealed off by the sand dunes of enormous deserts.

The surrounding countries are locked in dispute.

West of Tibet native autocrats attempt

to reconcile the millennial culture of their peoples

with modern civilization.

To the north of Tibet the Soviet imperialism has taken possession of

the ancient silk roads,

expanding it, and widening it

to disintegrate the established daily life of Inner Asia.

Once upon a time in the East

the British brutally invaded this small middle kingdom

and thus caused today's struggles

creating a new order in East Asia.

To the south of Tibet, Britain also imposed

a foreign government, and a new economy upon the ancient people of India.

Unaffected by these events, and unlike other nations, Tibet remained firm,

maintaining their ancient lifestyle and a territory enclosed by nature.

The people of this country as well as its leaders

attempted to defend their ancient laws and their individual culture

against foreign influence through xenophobic seclusiveness.

Thus only a few dauntless explorers managed to enter those areas.

Particularly the biota of humans,

animals and herbs remained unexplored.

Therefore our expedition, the German "Tibet-Expedition Ernst Schäfer"

decided to fill this gap. We were underway for 1 1/2 years.

In order for our expedition to be successful

our leaders had to engage in difficult negotiations

with the rulers and dignitaries.

But despite these problems,

the flora and fauna, the lives of people of Tibet need to be documented.

The technical leader of the expedition was Edmund Geer,

he was responsible for the organisation of the grand caravans,

for delivering food to man and animal,

and for the storage and transport of extensive samples.

Dr. Karl Wienert was assigned to take care of land surveying

and geomagnetic fields, as well as meteorological observations

which are essential

when ascertaining the origins of many species in this mysterious country.

The exact measuring of body and skull shapes was carried out

by anthropologist Dr. Bruno Beger

who studies human races in this area of scientific research.

The observation of small animals was part of Ernst Krause's assignment,

he also made a number of important scientific discoveries.

Ernst Krause was our photographer and cinematographer.

With help from all participants he created this cinematic work.

From the East the road to Tibet was blocked due to the Chinese-Japanese War.

Thus we had to try entering the Tibetan highlands through India.

But the first significant opposition had already started there.

There was an attempt to force the expedition to return,

making use of political intrigues and a sheer flood of defamation.

That was because the British-Indian rulers

were jealous and were determined to not allow any relation between Tibet

and other great powers.

Only after long-winded negotiations Dr. Schäfer finally persuaded them to

allow us to advance to the enormous bastions of ice of the Himalaya

which has remained entirely unexplored.

The deep canyon valley of Tista

formed our entry port into the wild, untouched realm of the high Himalaya.

Everywhere in India we passed by witnesses of Western civilization,

having found their strongest base in the big coastal metropolis of Calcutta.

From the plain alluvial deposits of the Ganges and the Brahmaputra

we used a modern express train in order to reach the submountains of the Himalaya.

A local railway weaves through the overgrown jungle valleys of the outsiders.

The march into the wilderness begins.

Here, at the southward slope of the Himalaya,

climate and surrounding area is dense and without air.

The same climates which usually extend from the tropics to the arctic regions

can be found together here, the altitude is between 100 and 8000 metres.

The lowermost climate exists in the greenhouse-sticky rain forests,

the air and soil steam due to moisture.

Giant trees and climbing plants, parasites live here

everything struggles for survival,

dangerously and beautifully,

silently and murderously.

Icy floods of the majestic glaciers fall into this tropical world.

Eastern floods ravage while Southern winds carry the evaporating water

from the Indian Ocean toward overlying rocks,

where it cools down and falls as a rain into the valley.

This is the dreaded monsoon, the big rain,

throughout the evening and night downpours rush toward the earth,

every single drop turns into a wild river and drags cliff debris

as well as entire mountain sides along into the deep.

Amidst the uproar of nature our pack animals kept walking unperturbed.

With bloated nostrils, their eyes close to surrender,

they diligently consider each single step.

A monsoon shattered a bridge again.

Quickly our carriers begin to work. They're Lepchas,

shy jungle inhabitants of the dark

mountain woods that surround the Himalayas.

Their only tool is a knife, their building material is the bamboo of the forest.

With it they tie the trunks for the bridge together.

In addition a couple of branches get used

as cutwater in order to tighten the bridge.

Only the monsoon knows for how long it will last.

At the arduous southern slope we tackle heights of thousands of metres each day.

Leaving behind the tropics and subtropics we then enter the third part of our mission,

the so-called Palearctic, which very much equates with our measured latitudes.

After that we witness a huge battlefield of nature,

where spruces, icicled with lichen, stand like icy grey warriors

as the last outpost of life against the bastions of eternal snow.

Above here, all growth, all life ends,

and even here the monsoon reaches its insurmountable limit,

this is where Gods and demons live.

The trails of smoke of holy fires rise up to them

as do the passionate prayers of the natives.

Relentlessly the prayer wheel whirls the enclosed dictums.

Ad infinitum the lips murmur the mysterious syllables:

"Om mani padme hum, om mani padme hum".

The unreachable throne of the Gods is our only destination.

Even for our mountain-experienced pack animals the path goes no further.

Thus we and our party return to the ice stream of the Himalaya.

With never-ending ridges, debris sliding down below

of the skyscraper-like Kanchenjungha.

Its glaciers takes us back to ancient times.

The ice river is split into gigantic fissures and chasms.

Only a handful of European men have ever entered this wild valley

and stood in front of this mountain.

It is beyond reach. A patron of the natives,

the ghostly ruler, the powerful God.

Once a year Kanchenjungha is said to appear before the natives,

They show their obedience with a great war dance.

With the clangor of the tubes and the rumbling of the tabors

the warrior kings

celebrate their ruler and God in a sacred dance.

And now Makhala also reveals himself to the humans.

He is the patron God of the southern passes,

the terrible judge.

Celebrated as the dark judge of the shining work of God,

as the blood-drunk demon among the demons.

In majestic combat Kanchenjungha unfolds his grandeur and power

and once again transforms into the luminous, unreachable mountain

that rests above the clouds for the entire year.

There's an ancient sage among the Lepchas with knowledge in the wild

areas of the mountain slaves from Kanchenjungha:

When the great God of the mountain once gave his daughter's hand in marriage

to one of the vassals, he gave her a wild animal as a wedding gift.

Concealed from the people it still lives on a secluded fort.

And the Gods will curse anyone who tries to discover

the secret of this mysterious being.

After months we gained the trust of the superstitious Lepchas,

only then we could attempt to approach to the realm

of the mythological animals of the Schapis.

The rocks pile up inaccessibly around its world.

No researcher therefore has had the luck to discover one of these animals.

Our ascent lead us through dangerous, arduous jungle walls

until reaching the border of eternal snow,

rising up beside canyons alongside dizzying slopes.

After many days of straining,

the magic realm of the unknown animal lay ahead of us.

But it was as if the mountain Gods wanted to conspire against us

and deny us their secret through fog, rock slides and snow.

Our Lepchas became distrustful and wary,

they feared the curse of their God and wanted to mislead us and retreat.

When that attempt failed they tried to convince us to return home,

but our will was stronger than the power of the mountains.

After days of pointless rock climbing

we were able to hunt down the unknown animal

and liken it to its closest relative,

the strange Tahr of the Western Himalaya.

The success even made the tremulous hearts of our natives beat faster

and full of pride we returned to our encampment.

Our camp was at an altitude of 4,600 meters, an altitude

that in Europe is only reached by the highest peaks of the Alps.

Our poor pack animals were suffering due to thin air and lean willows for food.

Despite the concentrated feedstuffs they visibly got thinner.

The wild pigeons that brood among the steep cliffs

have lost all shyness against us.

At the last ridge of vegetation snow lotuses and Sikkim rhubarb

unfold their fantastic flowers around the highest peaks.

High above the camp nearby a deserted carcass,

a well camouflaged observation position has been built.

Here the lives of the most splendid and largest birds of the Asian

high-altitude mountains are documented.

A lot of caution and patience is necessary

in order to deceive these cagey and sharp sighted gigantic birds

so that they won't notice the presence of the birdwatchers.

Still the huge birds seem suspicious

A common raven is the first to dare approaching the open corpse.

Then a second one joins him.

Their frenzied and desperate movements of the pair of ravens

clearly express their anxiety and hunger,

gluttony and fear.

Their meal doesn't last long,

their mission as frontier men is accomplished.

There they are,

aside the condor the largest bird of prey in the world,

the bearded vulture and the Himalaya vultures.

Between them a heated fight begins.

The stronger Himalaya vultures reign victorious

and the bearded vulture has to be content with the bones.

Further outside the camp

the geomagnetic scientist makes his observations.

His notes form the basis for all of our research work.

Arduously he gathers all his data,

and through them we get a clear picture of our position

over and beneath the ground of our research area.

An equally complex compound of equations is used by our anthropological researcher.

He measures the skulls and the body shape of the natives.

Length of feet, length of arm and hand,

the color of the eyes and skin,

all document this accurately.

For the natives our expert is always a helpful friend.

The anthropologist can even redeem them from their worst ailments,

toothache, which brings him foremost respect

and great trust.

They soon trusted us so much that they even

let us take moulds of their faces.

A soft, resin-like substance which doesn't really bother while breathing

and is applied, and thus a lifelike mask is created.

In the moments of helpless darkness though

the ancient fear of demons lie like a nightmare on the native's naïve mind.

Soon the substance congeals.

It's a refreshing moment for all involved

when finally the mask is taken off.

That way piece by piece

a collection of human profiles of High Asia is created.

After the work is done we join together in the camp.

Beggars and nomads from the Tibetan plains came over to us

and became our friends.

Yet the mountain range of the Northern Himalaya

separates us from the higher plains of Tibet.

It lies, in between rugged rocks,

close to the border to the eternal snow,

the realm of the precious wild game:

the realm of the blue sheep.

One morning we found ourselves on the high mountain

in dense and thick snow.

Hardly a hundred kilometres away from the subtropical jungle

we are surrounded by a desert of ice,

snow and rocks.

Like lichen the hanging glaciers are attached to the huge mountain sides.

An image of Greenland and the Arctic,

isolated lakes

are lying ahead of us,

freeing themselves from the shimmering, ice mountains.

We left the Himalaya behind in the South

and are stood at the border between two landscapes.

To the South there is the ominous lofty mountain,

in the North there are endless high plains.

We face the incalculable vastness of Tibet,

the forbidden country.

Our most beautiful dream,

our main goal that hasn't been reached by any previous scientific expedition is:

The mysterious capital Lhasa.

We neither could nor did we want to respect the will of the

British government to stop at this border.

In a well-calculated and quick border cross at Doghra

for which we had absolutely no permission,

we succeeded in reaching our goal and finding the Tibetan sovereign.

Thus diplomatic relations with the rulers of the forbidden country were established.

Through the symbolic gesture of handing a white veil of friendship

a difficult, diplomatic game began,

which lasted for months due to the Asian formalities,

until finally a letter from the government of Lhasa brought

hope for great success.

With a newly acquired huge caravan

we headed for our ultimate goal.

"Lha gyalo!", the Gods have won, that's what the Tibetans shout

when they reach the highest point of the pass.

Through sacrificing petition pennants

they invoke divine protection against upcoming dangers on their journey.

Due to the lack of nourishing meadows

we need to switch the caravan animals.

The tenacious mule gets exchanged for the bulky yak,

Tibet's very own animal.

Whether it be the biting cold or icy snow storms,

there's nothing which can harm the cloddy and thick-skinned fellow.

Our yaks are the true children of their age-old homeland.

While loading them up in the morning

their disobedient, fractious savagery runs riot.

Not until arranged in order of the caravan

do they begin to agree to carry their load above the demanding terrain.

Obscured from the caravan road the higher plains begin to fascinate us.

Its sublime solitude is mirrored through its creatures.

The argali lives on the mountain range.

In the low-lying land cannonades the hoofbeat of the wild horses of Tibet,

the proud kiangs.

The alpha male has spotted us and chases off with its pride intact.

During the toughest part of our journey

we encounter one of the many treacherous swamps in the area.

The animals' hooves sink into the black, gurgling swamp.

We need to aggressively propel them forward,

because otherwise they would meet a cruel death in the swamp.

The swamp desert troubles us throughout the entire day.

Then the night falls

and we are forced to pitch an emergency settlement.

With an empty stomach and wet clothes which are encrusted with mud and gunge

we spend a bitterly cold night.

Fresh-fallen snow covers the plain

and makes it shimmer and shine in the light of the early morning.

The warm early light encourages the mouse rabbits to leave their subterranean dens.

And the snowfinch also appears.

It uses the den of the mouse rabbit as a hatchery and a temporary home.

The lack of nesting sites probably gave way to this strange symbiotic community

between bird and rodent.

As a remuneration for living place and warmth

the sharp-eyed snowfinch warns its landlord against all kinds of enemies.

The threatening hoofbeats of our cavalcade

is a warning signal for all animals of the plain.

Suspiciously the corsa fox sneaks off.

Finally there arête kiangs again.

Ahead of us on an altitude we see the first pride.

There over in the valley, a second pride.

And yet another one.

They are the most beautiful animals of the Asian highlands.

Such a noble gait, such an ordered pride

supports the claim that these animals lead their realm.

They easily venture far distances,

they, the true owners of the endless plain.

At the height of 4,000-5,000 metres

our caravan wears on in an monotonous rhythm.

With each day we're travelling deeper into Tibet.

During the day the sun relentlessly burns upon us.

At night the icy winds freeze rivers and lakes.

Often fatigue slows us down to a standstill

because of these unusual fluctuations in temperature.

The first people of Tibet the begging nomads approach us.

According to the traditions of their country

they pay us honor with a lengthy chant.

The first residential area of the forbidden country lies ahead of us.

We as Europeans strike the inhabitants with terrible awe,

the entire village is shaken.

But soon the first fear vanishes.

The religion called Lamaism rules over the entire everyday life of the Tibetans.

Since the day Tibet was converted to Buddhism

about 13 centuries ago

the prayer wheels of all sizes rotate from morning till evening

Relentlessly the prayer beads glide through the fingers of the devoted.

Only that way can they achieve reincarnation.

After the long and lone marches

the caravan herders are happy to again be among people of their kind

They savor the tsamba, the Tibetan national dish.

It's a mixture of fired barley flour,

musty tea, and brownish toned rancid butter,

seasoned with salt and soda.

The country is so poor.

Our donkeys paw the stones to spawn puny roots.

It is always a big event in these remote settlements if a travelling rider arrives.

A regular courier service connects the Southern border locations of Tibet

through the wide highlands - with India.

Only selected, robust mules and horses are capable of enduring such exertion

of this the toughest mail delivery service in the world.

The animals had to get used to unnatural concentrated feed.

It's coagulated blood of sheep that is mixed with Zamba flour.

There's also mail for us, mail from Germany.

On the huge caravan road we move on to the Northeast.

A courier from the Tibetan government appears.

His bell-spear's jingle protects him, and he's admired even by bandits.

Through long daily marches

we approach the river basin of the Brahmaputra,

from which once originated the culture of God's country.

We advance as far as the heart of Tibet.

The entry port is a savage canyon which is littered with rock fragments.

A gigantic Buddha statue welcomes us.

The mysterious ruins show signs of an eventful history

and a militant past line our solitary path.

Chuvash Tatars, Khans Golden Horde

and wild Gurkas once roamed

the fertile ground of Tibet in order to pillage.

But our most significant discoveries are the ruins of Yalung,

the ancient, pre-Buddhist capital.

In the crumbled watchtower the northern raven,

Tibet's national emblem, hordes it treasures.

We try to get a picture of

the ancient king's palace through piecing our findings together.

Once great kings and a courageous, fighting people ruled this place,

until in the 7th century according to our calculations.

Indian Buddhism found its way into Tibet,

It replaced the belief in demons of the ancestral Tibetans

and vanquished their magic rites.

The king Songsten Gampo roamed the plains

in order to fund a new capital in Lhasa for the new Lamaistic religion.

Their high priest, the almighty Dalai Lama,

is still dreaming

of spreading their religion across the world as the cradle of mankind.

Thus they want to dislocate the origin of mankind to Tibet

in order to make it become the spiritual centre of the world.

On an arduous cliff hill

there can be found a house from the earliest Tibetan people.

As the legend goes

there lived a creature by the cross breeding of an ape and a devil-woman.

The time of the kings is forgotten,

Lamaism triumphantly shaped the country.

These gigantic relic shrines,

tower to heaven as its holy symbols.

They fill its believers with fear

of the dreadful deities and countless demons,

which only the priest, the Lama, is able to summon.

The ritual is strange and haunting, and filled with an air of death

Perpetually the lips of the laymen murmur their strange chants,

while the conjurer priest becomes

increasingly entranced and at one with the spirits.

He subdues their will using symbolic gestures,

and through magical help, spiritual daggers,

thunderbolts and magic bells.

The corpses of the deceased lie outside the gates.

On the sacred cliff

the fumes from the fires rise.

The fleshy remains are destroyed in a strange way.

For only through complete decomposition of the body can

the soul be freed for a new, fortunate rebirth on earth.

This decomposition is carried out by the holy vultures.

But before that the body gets cut into pieces and the bones get crushed,

so that no bloody remains lie on the hill.

Now the priest makes gestures to begin,

and for a short while the air quivers due to the wings of gigantic vultures.

While the body is destroyed,

the magic powers of the Lama accompany the soul

which prior to its new rebirth

needs to wander aimlessly, in between countless

demonic appearances, through the intermediate realm of the Bardo.

Throughout his life the Tibetan

is constantly acquainted with the visual nature of these ghosts

through masks, murals and temple adornments.

Evil powers, and thousands of Gods and demons

endanger and distress these earthly being in all phases of life,

through eternal reincarnation from rebirth to rebirth,

until at last the soul has found its way to its highest possible knowledge

into the redeeming realm of Buddha.

That's how the Lama influences the people of Tibet.

His power finds its expression in the countless temples and convents.

From small groups of fanatic sectarians

to the huge convents followed by the masses,

they all leave their imprint on the ancient cultural land.

An uncountable group of Lamaistic monks gather.

More than one third of the country's male population are taken

from the main body of people, and join the laborious life of the convents.

Only few get involved with the hardships and duties

of the hieratic life,

the vast mass are deprived.

In dirt and poverty they lead a life

which is regulated by outside forces,

while their abbots hold the population to ransom,

and snatch up the few riches of the country.

5,000-10,000 monks are sheltered in one of these convent towns.

Trashilhünpo became well-known because of Sven Hedding.

Here the Penchen Lama is based, in his human form

the deity of eternal shining light returns to earth.

Early in the morning the timber drum

summons the monks for their ritual daily work.

The eerie sounds rise from the Lama's chapel

to the courtyards and halls to hail Gods during daily prayers.

Then the convents and temples the districts and towns,

the cottages and houses

are surrounded by the obscure murmuring of praying monks.

Twice a day this routine is interrupted,

when young convent students bring the tea in heavy copper tankards.

Most of the mundane practical work is done

by the youngest members of the convent community.

At the early age of 8-10 they get brought to the monastery.

After a couple of years they learn the secrets of herbal pills,

medicinal herbs at the medical school.

In the largest convents the young monks

have to able to demonstrate diligence

and make an effort to replicate the holy scriptures.

There it is still being done as in the early years of the printing guild.

The wood-cut characters are manually put into black ink

in order to make the copies.

Page after page and sheet after sheet: that's how the classic writings of Lamaism

are being produced and multiplied

thus the culture of Tibet and the power of its people

are linked to the convents.

one of the few stone walled cities left today

that echoes the early kingdom's ancient wartime spirit

is Xigaze, Tibet's second-largest city.

In order to maintain separate power from the medieval clergy state

the predecessor of today's Dalai Lama

deployed a small guard of about 10,000 men

which he trained according to European standards.

Serving their time in India the Tibetan army officers learned

all about precision and the modern art of warfare.

Now they teach the small troops in the plains of High Asia

what they themselves had been taught from beyond the Himalaya.

We ride on, above high, vast plains, toward our ultimate aim.

Large herds of goats and sheep pass by, stamping their feet on the soil.

They search the scarce, leaves and grass and paw out roots.

The herds are often the sole assets of the dislodged settlers.

They produce milk and meat, and can be used for leather and wool.

The wool of Tibetan sheep and goats is a much sought-after commodity at markets

in the neighbouring countries because of its density and robustness.

But in its own country it also gets used in many crafts.

As once upon a time in our country

the spindle is still regarded as a sign of domestic necessity in Tibet.

Without the warm coat made from animals

man wouldn't be able to exist here, at the frontier of all life.

And yet Tibetans don't just produce goods

they need to withstand the life-threatening forces of nature,

but also wish to make items with beauty and for decoration.

Even if the technique of weaving carpets is primitive,

the style and overall look is attractive and delicate.

One of the most frequently seen Tibetan images

is the age-old Indo-Aryan sign of the swastika

which for the Tibetans means imperishable fortune.

Barren mountain banks interrupt the wide plains.

We need to conquer and climb them despite already being exhausted.

When we reach the arduous road we look down to the desolate mountain lake.

The thin air makes our journey even more difficult.

The flanks of our sorely tested horses tremble.

We need to abandon some loyal animals.

There the big river of Tibet lies ahead of us,

the Brahmaputra.

It's the last obstacle on our way to Lhasa.

Sluggish boats made from fur and leather carry us to the other shore.

Deep down on the bottom of the river lies, according to Tibetan faith,

a vengeful demon who is disguised as a snake.

They fear him more than licking the planks of the ferries.

High above the hills black-neck cranes are passing by.

According to the myth they carry the Dalai Lamas through the air

on their robust wings, from one convent to another.

From late autumn till early spring

the holy animals swirl around in the large valleys around the Holy City.

At 3,700 meters lies the highest and largest agricultural zone of Tibet.

Even at that enormous height we see the age-old, respected

picture of the farmer ploughing and reaping his crops.

When the pilgrim from the high plains of the North

catch sight of these fertile fields

he knows that he's close to his destination

the Holy City, Lhasa.

In its nest the black-neck crane

is shy and suspicious,

but here it flounces impartially in between the peasants,

as if being aware of its own sanctity.

This is the promised road

on which millions of faithful Buddhists have already pilgrimaged to Lhasa,

to, once in their lives,

witness and rejoice in the high-ranging temple castle of the Holy Land, the Potala.

They measure the long march with their suffering

by throwing themselves countless times to the ground

and touching the ground with their foreheads.

Now that only a few hours separate us from our great destination,

a tense agitation fills the air.

Over there on a distant hill, a temple appears from the lowlands:

the Potala!

At its feet a gold plated cauldron serves as a gate to the sanctuary.

Endless cohorts of pilgrims swarm the street.

One of the most beautiful and noble buildings of the world towers above us,

the stronghold of Northern Buddhism,

the three hundred-year-old Potala.

compassed by cottonwood groves and gardens,

Lhasa lies in the fertile wetlands of the Kyi Chu.

25,000-30,000 monks and inhabitants live here.

But during New Year cohorts of pilgrims and Lamas arrive.

Then 50,000-60,000 people fill the houses and streets of the Holy City.

Throughout the centuries only a few Europeans have entered

the walls of this city, as Christian missionaries, camouflaged as pilgrims,

or violently, during a military attack.

Despite countless, courageous, hard fought attempts

many great researchers from all nations failed

to accomplish this high goal.

As the first Germans we were welcomed

by the four highest dignitaries of the country.

We summon all our knowledge of Asian courtesy and Tibetan etiquette

in order to not violate any basic acts of courtesy.

The smallest mistake is enough to upset our hosts.

We would lose face,

and thus suffer the loss of any kind of help or support.

In exact order compliments and phrases need to be used.

For instance like this:

"Did Your Honor have the luck to produce a child?"

"For how many years has Your Honor lived in this land of happiness."

"Your Honor's smooth face equates that of a blooming youth."

"We are very much indebted to Your Excellencies for allowing us

to experience the great philosophy and the religion of Buddha

in the Holy City."

A government house is assigned to us

as our lodgings to demonstrate their goodwill.

Due to our research mission our lodgings did not resemble a place

for Buddhist meditation,

but rather a true zoological laboratory.

There skulls were dried, stuffed birds were prepared,

and the largest collections were classified and wrapped up.

The delightful collection of animals we wanted to bring home alive

completed the picture of idyllic domesticity in the heart of High Asia.

One day a long queue of carriers approached us.

They brought along generous gifts from the government.

We get tonnes of butter portions, stored in sewed bags made from furs of yaks,

which also contain flour and zambas, peas and beans,

herbs and tea.

The gifts pile up ever higher.

Among them is an entire slice of mutton.

And then eggs and more eggs.

As a special delicacy, a smoked

pig arrives.

At last the Lama hands over the white veil of friendship

and asks us to accept these gifts.

In well-put words the leader of our expedition

expresses his gratitude and reiterates our friendship and assurances

for His Holiness and the minister, with the wish

that Gods and demons may bless the bond of heartfelt understanding.

In order to protect us against attacks of unfriendly, untrusting Lamas

the government placed servants armed with truncheons at their disposal.

Under their protection we can travel unharrassed through Lhasa.

We listen to the relentless singing of the bricklayers,

which banish malicious spirits from the work place.

Walls are laid with rough, unshaped stones

and filled up with brickearth as a wet binding agent.

The rhythm of the song pounds with the noise of hard rocks.

At the margin of a city street a thief squats with his head

locked in the stocks.

After a conviction criminals are sentenced and given this punishment

for several days, until they disappear in the large dungeons of the capital.

Next to us; a criminal trapped in an iron collar and leg irons cowers.

Despite abusive denunciations his relatives stand at his side

and provide him with zamba and tea.

As in all Asian cities the entire

life in Lhasa takes place in front of the houses.

Blacksmiths, masters of a little respected craft, are often women.

Poor but undemanding, as most people in Tibet, are the inhabitants of Lhasa.

They know no abundance,

the only thing they have is plenty of free time.

Thus their work is carried out in deliberate calm.

For hours the Tibetans meet outside to cleanse and scrub each other down.

Aside from this activity intimate family life can be

seen taking place on the street everyday.

New Year's Eve brings agitation and excitement to street life.

Fortune telling beggars appear.

Pilgrims, from far away outside the province,

observe the big-city life with much curiosity.

The followers of these pilgrims become larger in number, each time bigger.

Convent communities march together.

As with the Muslims and their pilgrimage to Mecca it is the highest aim in life

and the of foremost luck for Lamaists

to experience the beginning of the new year at the sanctuary of Lhasa.

With reverence and amazement,

the pilgrims look at and bow to the monumental walls the Potala

that was erected by the Dalai Lamas to honor the Gods

and as a visible sign of spiritual and all conquering power.

Dazzled the believer stands in front of the golden grandeur of the housetops.

A religious shiver runs through him

and makes him recognize the visualized fantasy of his belief.

Lhasa and its surroundings

have become one giant temple these days,

filled with the pilgrims' prayers.

From the early morning till the late evening

they stroll from one sanctum to another.

With the hollow sound of the prayer drums

the monks try to increase the enthusiasm of the believers.

These days devoted Lamas

are the unconfirmed leaders of the Holy City.

Even the ministers have been unseated

and all governmental power has been transferred to two main abbots.

The city can no longer shelter the masses of monks and pilgrims.

Thus outside the city an enormous camp has been constructed.

Even the citizens of Lhasa celebrate the greatest of all feasts here.

The Gologs and Kampas,

predacious nomads from the Northeast of the country

are allocated to a separate camping site.

They travelled to Lhasa in order to atone for theft,

rape and manslaughter,

and to appease the Gods regarding future atrocities.

New Year's Eve is also a time for celebration.

According to ritual at New Year's, we also set up a pavilion,

and here, in the open, we invite government representatives for

an Asian-style feast.

Before Chaang, the traditional New Year's beer is drunk,

the ritual demands us to offer

our drinks to the spirits of the region.

The wild fervor of the Highland people

reveals itself during the frantic moves of the folk dance.

The festival really starts to liven up.

At the banquet a shooting match between servants and dignitaries takes place.

The arrows buzz while flying toward the target.

The long distance bows are made from a special hardened wood.

Horsemen ride wild horses beside targets with enormous speed.

They fire their rifles while galloping

and outdistance their enemy to win the game.

Riderless horses dash through the streets, cheered on by the masses.

On their backs the Gods are supposed to ride into Lhasa.

Obstacles and barriers are scattered around the Potala palace.

Solemnly the Lamas march to the dance.

At the end of the year

the worshippers again face the terrible grimaces of the demons.

They remind man of his mortality

and reveal the shape and outline of the creatures

that expect him in the Bardo, between death and reincarnation.

A bewildering dance of masks and faces greets us,

signalling the end of the old year.

A hundred Lamas ride through the gate of the holiest temple of Lhasa,

the great living place of the Gods,

accompanying the greatest conjurer priest of Tibet,

in solemn procession.

All evil elements,

devils and demons,

all ills that have taken possession of the city during the past year

are now banished

and their spell, destroyed.

A pyramid possessed by the devil is taken out as a gift to the spirits.

The sounds of drums and cymbals echo. A magic drink is drunk which,

throws the masses into ecstasy.

The masses can't be restrained anymore,

for now arrives the great guard of destiny, the hero of the day,

in demonic intoxication, possessed by supernatural powers,

and gifted with the magic potency to dislodge and destroy

the spellbound devils and ill-omened forces,

he dashes through the streets.

The Lamas gather around the high priest

who collapses in between them.

The great act of exorcism is done,

the fight against supernatural enemies

has been brought to a victorious end.

Now the masses turn to the heroes of the battlefield.

They pay homage to the generals,

showering them with thousands of white veils

that signify purity and earthly fortune.

For it was the ancestors of the generals

who once, under the leadership of the mighty Mongol ruler, Gushri Khan,

formed this land now known as Tibet.

A glorious parade of crowds and soldiers

now march through the streets of the capital.

Warriors from all parts of the country take part,

and are equipped with glorious weapons,

body armour and helmets from their victorious ancestors.

The proud parade heads toward the holy temple

to honor the Gods in order to

gain their protection and support.

Excited anticipation can be felt all around the camp outside the city.

Ministers, dignitaries and notables

arrive at the camp in sumptuous silk robes.

As representatives of the Dalai Lamas

the members of the Cabinet take a seat in the tent

and receive a full report from the troops.

Like a vision of Asian history,

like an image from heroic Asian times,

they ride along.

A medieval cavalcade in a medieval state.

They head toward the festival.

The warrior offers a silver plate and toasts his drink to the Gods.

The public servants announce the strength

and readiness of their troops to the dignitaries.

Their weapons glisten and are razor sharp.

Their shields are unbreakable and hard.

Their horses are huge beasts and lightning fast.

The warriors are brisk and battle-scarred.

They turn around the horses.

This great feast of Gods and men

reaches a climax.

A last dance from centuries past beckons, the new year begins.

Tibet remains untouched

in the midst of a war-shaken world.

There its armored warriors ride,

fraught with the fanatic will to maintain their country's peace and isolation

by virtue of their own strength and their own belief in

whatever the future may bring.

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VIDEOS WHERE THEY MADE SEVERAL

THREATS.

THE IDENTITIES ARE BEING

WITHHELD AT THIS POINT BECAUSE

OF THEIR AGES.

ALL NEW TONIGHT AT 10:00

P.M., THE MURDER OF A MISSING

MAN HAS LED TO THE CHARGE OF

THREE PEOPLE.

WE NOW HEAR THAT ERIC HARTUNG

COULD'VE BEEN HIT WITH A HATCHET

UP TO 100 TIMES.

Reporter: WE HAVE BEEN

TALKING ABOUT THIS STORY FOR A

FEW WEEKS.

AND TONIGHT WE HEARD THAT ERIC

HARTUNG MAY HAVE BEEN ATTACKED

AT LEAST 100 TIMES.

HIS BODY WAS FOUND DUMPED ON

THE SIDE OF THE ROAD AND DAYS

BEFORE THAT HIS MOM HAS FILED A

MISSING PERSON REPORT.

I COULD NOT BELIEVE IT.

I WAS SHOT.

Reporter: BACK ON JANUARY 19

WE FIRST TOLD YOU WHEN DEPUTIES

FOUND THE BODY OF ERIC HARTUNG

ON A DIRT ROAD. NEW COURT

RECORDS PROVIDE NEW DETAILS

INTO HIS DEATH.

INCLUDING A MAN WHO DROVE ERIC

HARTUNG TO STILLWATER . AND

THEN THEY DROVE TO THIS HOUSE.

ONCE INSIDE JONES FLASH A GUN AT

ERIC HARTUNG IN THE OTHER MAN

DEMANDING THEIR CELL PHONES.

THEN THEY STARTED ATTACKING

ERIC HARTUNG WITH A HATCHET.

HE WAS STRUCK AT LEAST 100

TIMES.

INVESTIGATORS SAY AFTER THE

ATTACK, HORTON ALONG WITH HIS

MOM AND BOYFRIEND THROUGH THE

BODY OF ERIC HARTUNG INTO A

ROAD AND THEN DROVE TO A DIRT

ROAD AND THEN THEY THREW IT

DOWN AN EMBANKMENT.

INVESTIGATORS SAY THAT THIS

SEEM TO START WITH THE TYPE OF

GRUDGE.

JONES WAS HARD TO PERFORM WORK

AROUND THE HOUSE.

BUT RECORDS SHOW THAT SHE HAS

SEVERAL DRUG CONVICTIONS.

FOURTH PERSON INITIALLY

ARRESTED IN THIS CASE DID NOT

HAVE CHARGES FILED AGAINST HIM.

INVESTIGATORS ARE STILL TRYING

TO PIECE ALL OF THE STORE

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VIDEO: Man wanted in deadly Tulsa crash - Duration: 2:05.

UPDATED POLLEN NUMBERS FOR YOU

AT FOX23 NEWS APP 10:00.

POLICE ARE LOOKING FOR A

MAN NAMED LAST WEEK AS ONE OF

TULSA'S MOST WANTED. TIMOTHY

HARRIS IS WANTED WITH DUI

MANSLAUGHTER. HE TOOK THE LIFE

OF GABRIEL STONE.

LYNN CASEY HAS MORE ON THE

STORY FOR US.

Reporter: THE SISTER OF

GABRIEL SAID IF HE WAS ALIVE

AND SHE WAS DEAD HE WOULD DO

EVERYTHING HE COULD TO FIND THE

VICTIM -- SUSPECT.

I DO A LOT OF TALKING TO HIM.

HE HAD SUCH A HUGE HEART.

DESPITE WHAT PICTURES MAY LOOK

LIKE, HE WAS A BIG TEDDY BEAR.

IT WAS MY DAD ASKING IF I WAS

OKAY.

Reporter: SHE WAS UNABLE TO

LEAVE HIS BODY FOR HOURS UNTIL

THE MEDICAL EXAMINER COULD

REMOVE HIM FROM THE CRIME

SCENE.

POLICE SAY 57-YEAR-OLD TIMOTHY

HARRIS WAS DRUNK AND SPEEDING

WHEN HE SLAMMED INTO THE BACK

OF GABRIEL'S MOTORCYCLE.

I UNDERSTAND THINGS TAKE A

LONG TIME. THEY TELL A FAMILY

MEMBER THAT HE IS NOT GOING TO

LEAVE THE HOSPITAL WITHOUT

BEING CHARGED.

WE FULLY EXPECTED HIM TO TURN

HIMSELF IN. Reporter: LATER

POLICE HAD TO PUT THEM ON THE

MOST WANTED LIST. NOW THE

FAMILY IS STRUGGLING WITH GRIEF

AND SHE HOPES HARRIS IS

THINKING ABOUT THIS.

WHEN HARRIS IS FOUND AND

ARRESTED, HE WILL BE HELD ON

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GOOD EVENING.

ALL NEW TONIGHT AT 10:00

P.M..

WE HAVE MORE ABOUT THE

SURPRISING ACCUSATIONS.

Reporter: THIS KID IS VERY

YOUNG. IT IS HARD TO BELIEVE

BUT POLICE SAY HE HAS BEEN

SETTING UP THESE ROBBERIES AND

RECRUITING OTHERS TO GET THE

JOB DONE. TAKE A CLOSE LOOK AT

THIS PICTURE.

POLICE SAY THIS IS A 14-YEAR-

OLD BOY AIMING A GUN AT SOMEONE

ON THE GROUND AT A McDONALD'S

NEAR 51st IN HARTFORD.

THIS ROBBERY SERGEANT SAYS THIS

YOUNG TEENAGER IS POSSIBLY

RECRUITING OTHER YOUNG KIDS HIS

AGE TO GET INVOLVED IN THIS

VIOLENT RESTAURANT ROBBERY RING

THAT IS BEEN GOING ON SINCE

LAST SEPTEMBER. TUESDAY POLICE

SERVED A SEARCH WARRANT AT THIS

TEENAGERS HOME AND THEN WENT TO

ARREST HIM AT HIS SCHOOL. SINCE

HE IS ONLY 14, THE LAW SAYS HE

CANNOT BE CHARGED AS AN ADULT

SO PRISON IS NOT AN OPTION.

IF THEY ARE LOOKING TO KEEP

THIS KID OFF THE STREETS.

WE NEED TO GET THESE KIDS IN

TREATMENT.

Reporter: WE REPORTED WHEN

COURTNEY BELLE WAS ARRESTED.

THEY ARE STILL IN JAIL GOING TO

COURT PROCEEDINGS.

POLICE SAY OTHERS IN THE GROUP

WILL SOON JOIN THEM.

ONCE WE HAVE ENOUGH

EVIDENCE, WE WILL BE GOING

AFTER THEM AS WELL.

Reporter: POLICE SAY THIS

GROUP HAS BEEN A PART OF ANY

FAST FOOD RESTAURANT ROBBERY

THAT YOU'VE HEARD OF IN THE

PAST FEW MONTHS.

FOR THAT REASON THEY WANT THE

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VIDEO: Man wanted for fatal shooting at Tulsa bar - Duration: 2:08.

TULSA POLICE WANT TO FIND A

MAN ACCUSED OF MURDERING TWO

PEOPLE.

THEY HAVE NOW NAMED A SUSPECT.

THEY BELIEVE THAT ROBERTO

PURECO HAD BEEN DRINKING AT A

BAR WHEN HE SHOT TO OTHERS .

KATIE HIGGINS TALK TO POLICE

AND HIS LIVE WITH WHY THEY NEED

YOUR HELP.

Reporter: POLICE SAY THAT

ROBERTO PURECO SHOT AND KILLED

THE TWO BAR OWNERS AT THEIR BAR

ON OCTOBER 10.

THESE WERE THE 56 AND 57 MURDER

VICTIMS IN 2016.

THE LIGHTS ARE OFF AT THIS BAR

ON NORTH LEWIS.

THE TWO OWNERS, SAIRA VASQUEZ

AND ADAN DURAN, ARE DEAD AND

THIS MAN HAS BEEN CHARGED WITH

KILLING THEM . IT IS BEEN MORE

THAN THREE MONTHS SINCE THE

KILLING.

WE FOUND REMNANTS OF A MEMORIAL

AT THE BAR.

BUT LET'S GO BACK TO OCTOBER

10, 2016.

THE GENTLEMAN WAS PRESENT

FOR PRETTY MUCH THE EVENING.

THEY SAY HE WAS CONVERSING AND

DRINKING AND GOT DRUNK.

HE WAS SITTING ON ONE OF THE

BARTENDERS. Reporter: HE SAID

THE BARTENDER WASN'T HAVING IT

AND THE OWNERS KICKED HIM OUT.

HE LEFT AND WENT INTO THE

PARKING LOT.

THEN HE CAME BACK.

THERE WAS ANOTHER CONFRONTATION

AND HE SHOOTS SAIRA VASQUEZ

AND ADAN DURAN MULTIPLE TIMES.

Reporter: HE UNLOADED SIX

BULLETS WHILE THE BARTENDER HIT

AND THEN HE RAN AWAY.

NOW POLICE NEED TO FIND HIM.

I CHECKED AND ROGBERTO

DIDN'T HAVE ANY CHARGES AGAINST

HIM IN 2016.

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THAT ROGBERTO PURECO WANTED TO

LEAVE WITH THE BARTENDER BUT

THE BARTENDER WASN'T INTERESTED

. THAT'S WHEN THE OWNERS

SAIRA VASQUEZ AND ADAN DURAN

TOLD HIM TO LEAVE.

HE CAME BACK IN AND SHOT THEM

BEFORE TAKING OFF.> AND IT IS

BEEN SOMETIME SINCE ROSE MARIE

TIMPERLY HAS LAST BEEN SEEN.

LET'S GO TO KATIE HIGGINS FOR

MORE.

Reporter: THIS IS BEEN A

TOUGH CASE TO SOLVE. THE

SHERIFF'S OFFICE TELLS ME THAT

IS PARTIALLY BECAUSE ROSE MARIE

TIMPERLY WAS 20 YEARS OLD WHEN

SHE DISAPPEARED.

THAT MEANS SHE CAN LEGALLY COME

AND GO AS SHE PLEASES.

MY DAUGHTER IS MISSING CAN

YOU HELP ME? I JUST WANT TO

HAND YOU A FLYER.

THERE ARE SOME DAYS THAT I HAVE

A HARD TIME DEALING WITH IT.

Reporter: ROSE MARIE

TIMPERLY IS STILL MISTING --

MISSING. HE SAYS THAT HIS

DAUGHTER MAYBE 20 YEARS OLD BUT

SHE THINKS AND FEELS LIKE A 13-

YEAR-OLD.

SHE LEFT DURING THE NIGHT AND

IT IS STRANGE BECAUSE HER

SUITCASE WAS FOUND OUTSIDE HER

BEDROOM WINDOW FROM A GROUP HOME

. THEY ARE HOPING TO GET NEW

LEADS SOON.

WE WERE REALLY CLOSE AND I

REALLY MISS HER.

Reporter: HER LITTLE SISTER

AND FATHER ARE HOPING FOR THE

BEST.

EVEN IF ROSEMARY DOESN'T WANT

TO COME HOME, HER DAD WANTS TO

KNOW THAT SHE'S OKAY.

THERE WILL BE A VIGIL ON

SATURDAY ON SATURDAY, FEBRUARY

11 AT 5:00. HER FATHER SAYS

EVERYONE IS WELCOME TO COME. IF

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JUST LIKE THIS WEEK.

A LOCAL BREWERY JUST FIVE

MONTHS INTO ITS EXISTENCE IS

READY TO EXPAND AFTER GETTING

SOME WORLDWIDE RECOGNITION.

LYNN CASEY HAS MORE.

Reporter: WE HAVE SOME OF

THE BEST BUSINESS NEIGHBORS

RIGHT HERE AT 18th AND BOSTON.

THERE IS BARBECUE ACROSS THE

STREET AND A COFFEE SHOP.

AMERICAN SOIERRA IS OPENING UP

RIGHT HERE.

THEY HAVE BEEN AWARDED THE NET

-- BEST NEW WERE IN THE COUNTRY

AND SECOND BEST IN THE WORLD.

THE BIGGEST THING IS THAT

THIS IS 100% CONSUMER DRIVEN.

Reporter: HE RECEIVED THIS

WERE -- AWARD AFTER FIVE MONTHS

OF BUSINESS.

TRACK IT IS GREAT TO FEEL TOP

OF YOUR CRAFT.

THIS IS A BUSINESS, I SUPPOSE,

BUT ALSO A PASSION. IT JUST GOT

TO A POINT WHERE WANTED TO SLOW

DOWN A LITTLE BIT AND WORK ON

SOME PROJECTS THAT TAKE A

LITTLE LONGER.

Reporter: A LOT OF THESE

BEERS THAT THEY SELL COME RIGHT

OUT OF THESE BARRELS.

IT IS UNIQUE TO FIND A BREWERY

LIKE THIS.

AND THE CLOSEST PLACE YOU MIGHT

SEE PEOPLE MAKING BEER LIKE

THIS IS IN DENVER.

I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON THESE

FOR QUITE A WHILE.

JUST WAITING FOR THE IDEAS TO

COME AROUND.

WE ARE USING WHOLE FRUIT, FRESH

FRUIT THAT IS SEASONAL.

IN OUR STATE CAN START LEGALLY

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