I went today to the Garden of Peace at the National War Museum here in London, which was inaugurated in 1999 by the Dalai Lama. A pillar commemorates his visit, and shows on three sides an English, Tibetan and Mandarin version of his words of peace to the world. I was overjoyed to find that, with a little bit of a helping hand from the English version, I could just about decipher the Mandarin characters for 15 May 1999. I also thought I recognised part of a character which had something very like the rather magical flourish beneath the character for the Dao, which I thought might represent one of the characters for the Dalai Lama.
I felt a stupidly warm glow of self-satisfaction at such a tiny achievement!