It is October 19, 2015 and my last morning in Tibet. I take a cab to the Potala Palace. Breathing is easier for me again after the high altitude air has affected me very much in the last two days. Two days passed before, when I was more or less tied to the bed and could not explore the area around Lhasa. But on these last morning I want to take at least this one photo around Potala Palace. I am late. The sun is already rising. Arriving at the small stupa, I hastily try to find a gap between all the other photographers. Turns out difficult, but I succeed. A masterful scenery builds up in front of me. I enjoy the moment. It remains one of my most beautiful travel memories.