(Scattered tents beside the railroad in the Gandaria area.)
I jump off the train just one stop ahead from the main station in the Gandaria area, in the outskirts of Dhaka. People watch the train slowly moving off from the station heading southeast. Fully emerged, the kids gaze up at the kites as they dance up and down in the smooth breeze. Aisha and Mamuni, two kids from the neighborhood get attracted by the ‘bideshi’ who is now walking along the tracks to make pictures of their area. Two pairs of big deep brown eyes follow my move.
(Looking inside a home of four people.)
(The author surrounded by locals from the area in an interview with Lalmir (on the very right).)
(Full of proud: Hafeza in front of her house on the opposite site of the railroad.)
(Hafeza dries up essence sticks.)
Taking all of this into account I leave the area a bit puzzled: as I wonder where Hafeza and Ali get the power from to rebuild their lives, whilst Lalmir and his family have barely managed to improve their conditions over the last 15 years.