Code, Letters, and Identity 2026.03.10 / Essay
I opened a rough wooden door.
Inside, in a dim room, small children were sleeping.
This is a Tibetan refugee camp in Pokhara, Nepal.
Their parents work in a carpet factory.
On the wall, a worn white blackboard.
Carefully written Tibetan letters.
They looked like patterns with a soul.
Something precious that supports children born in a foreign land.
It took me two seconds to press the shutter.
I thought the photo would be blurred.
But the letters remained.
Today, I can finally share this photo. Learning code with AI.