This photo denotes the hidden style of Bhutanese boys. They possess wonderful skills but being refugees they are unable to fulfill their potential. They are very close friends and united even though they fall into different castes.  Ndr Bdr / PhotoVoice / LWF

Old people are very important nowadays.  If they all died it would be very difficult for us because they know more about Bhutan and why we came here.  Dilu / PhotoVoice / LWF

Sharing a joke

Dilu / PhotoVoice / LWF

We youths listen to the older people talking about Bhutan, we are interested and study the past history of our country.  Even though we are in exile we show our love and affection for Bhutan.

Rabin / PhotoVoice / LWF

He is an old man who thinks life is like smoke that a puff of wind can disperse. He complains that he will die without seeing his country again. Myself and others tell him that is not the way to think.   Yethi Raj / PhotoVoice / LWF

In camps because we have no land and are unable to earn income we do not have lots of work to do so we joke with each other to pass time. Our huts are so close that it is easy to meet with our friends and family.  Aite Maya / PhotoVoice / LWF

Decorating the huts together. We think that children born in the camps will help us in the future to return to our country.  They do not know about Bhutan but we elder ones have to teach them about the Bhutanese situation.  Bhimma / PhotoVoice / LWF

Refugee people are poor in wealth but rich in kindness, helpfulness and ability.

Yethi Raj / PhotoVoice / LWF

Laughing for the camera

Menuka / PhotoVoice / LWF

There is a saying that thousands of ants can kill an elephant like that we can also solve our problems by sharing our ideas and discussing our struggles together.

Aite Maya / PhotoVoice / LWF

Now we keep our hair long.  Hair is important to girls because when we joined school in Bhutan the government made a compulsory rule that we had to cut our hair which is not our tradition.  Bishnu Maya / PhotoVoice / LWF

Picture of the King of Bhutan.  Even though we were evicted from our country we still love and honour the king and have much love and affection for our country. Given the chance we all want to serve our country.  Rabin / PhotoVoice / LWF

In our society people love each other very much.

Mon Maya/ PhotoVoice / LWF

My grandfather

Nar Bdr / PhotoVoice / LWF

When I think about the past, present and future of my family I cannot imagine what will happen.  Where, how and when – many questions arise…

Poonam / PhotoVoice / LWF

My mother and father outside our hut.  Menuka / PhotoVoice / LWF

Dancing happily.

Deokumar / PhotoVoice / LWF

This old lady fills her time doing lots of activities – helping her family, fetching water, advising her grandchildren.  She worries about what the future will bring for her family.  When we talk about Bhutan she cries.   Poonam / PhotoVoice / LWF

If real tears are an indisputale sign of grief, then glass tears could possibly be the mark of insincerity.  From looking at our faces you see no tears but our internal hearts are crying.

Bishnu Maya / PhotoVoice / LWF

Youth of Bhutan

Bishnu Maya / PhotoVoice / LWF

My mother works hard fro the family.  In the morning she brings in the water, prepares breakfast, prepares food, works in the garden, cleans the rice and much more.  She loves us very much.

Prem / PhotoVoice / LWF

Twins

Mon Maya / PhotoVoice / LWF