Farmer recalls day he was finally a free man

"Your job tonight is to make sure the horses get enough to eat!" the slave master barked at Sonam Dundron.

Being shouted at was routine for the then 17-year-old, but the order perplexed him, because the horses were never fed at night.

As dawn broke the next day in Shannan prefecture, Tibet, in March 1959, the reason for that order became clear: His owner, retinue in tow, had fled. It was the last order Dundron ever received as a slave.