Saturday, May 08, 2010


Today I met an ayah on the roof of our building. She was walking up and down, across the length of the roof. I watched her for a while and couldn't help but ask her what she was doing. Walking! she said. Because any other form of exercise wasn't possible in Dhaka for her.

The city does strange things to people.


Lin the Finn said...

Similarly, concrete rooftops with washing lines are the only place where middle-class kids can play outdoors. The kid in your picture is getting an accurate taste of her future.

Vuttikrai Saechue said...
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