"It came to me as a scene from the apocalyptic film when I was in the suburbs of Dhaka called Ashulia earlier this year, one of the most polluted industrial sites in Bangladesh, and I stepped out of a local bus without bumpers and blinkers made of different pieces of metal the local wizards welded to the chassis of a retired truck, haunted by a long way to shooting at the shore of Buriganga, and in Ashulia it is a black sink with floating plastic bottles, where sewerage flows out of the city as well as hectoliters of solvents and other chemicals from nearby factories. one of the many landfills when a breathtaking view of the screaming of the wild pigs that grazed in the garbage from the city showed up, good pigs, everything was spashed, but there was nothing else in Bangladesh, the hairy, sharp ridges emerging from the thick sticky smog, the stinks scatter the smell they learn a mixture of garbage and prove they are truly omnivores. It is hard to say if they smell more pigs, an endless garbage dump or an upper sewer. Hamsters with the sticks and the necessary cigarette on their lips to indulge in anything other than promised mud, filled with plastic bottles, rotting remnants of tanneries and carpets. Kulisu consists of factory chimneys, earth heaps and straw. Animals and people live close to each other. I lit a cigarette but the smell does not need it. The pigs do not give me any attention at all, and they start to passionately mate next to the sewer. I began to take pictures and realized that it was an image that to a great extent accurately describes this polluted and overcrowded land."
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That's my dream; that's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering...surviving.
And all this time the Chittagong ship breaking beaches were not the pinnatcle of Bangladesh’s dystopia?
In a just world the Bangladeshis would enjoy safety, comfort, and prosperity they deserve.