Zhang Yang’s 2015 work, Paths to The Soul, follows a group of Tibetan villagers on a 1200 km (or about 750 miles) pilgrimage to Lhasa, the Tibetan capital. It’s probably not a documentary, though it damn well looks like one.
The pulse TCM physicians are concerned with is a different pulse from the one you can measure with a cuff. The tongue tells them more information about the patient’s wellbeing than a biomedical professional might be able to glean.
On a summer evening in 2015, when I was attending a friend’s wedding after-party in a small village in Mori in Northern Xinjiang, a professional aqin – an oral poet who improvises while performing – sat next to me playing his dombra (a Kazakh two-stringed instrument)