The national press in Bangladesh is full of the problems caused by the near-continuous hartals. I learn from Alal o Dulal that the UN have called for the leaders to stop this madness or be ‘tried for crimes against humanity for election time violence’. I suspect this is just rhetoric but I can’t help but wonder just what is going to happen next. I still think a military coup could be on the cards.
Whatever will be, it means that now is not a good time for trying to get your worldly goods out of the country. For this reason, we were told yesterday we had to get our barrels and cases ready for sending to Dhaka by this Friday. Given that we still have three weeks before we leave the country, this is a bit of a big ask. We will, effectively, live out of a couple of cases for two weeks and pray that we’ve not packed something we vitally need here at LAMB in the meantime.
So, we spent the day throwing everything into cases, initially just to see how much space (or lack of it) we have. Once everything is in we then have to re-pack so the cases are actually usable. Currently we have one case full of clothes (quite light) and another full of my books (impossible to move).
Thing I’s room still looks a mess. She’s filled a case and most of our barrels plus given a load of her clothes to Bangladeshi friends of ours yet the room still looks full.
Thing II, by contrast, had a small pile of stuff and got it all into one case along with his clothes at such speed that he was playing on his Kindle before I could take a picture! What you see below is all his worldly goods…
Wifey spent so long sorting through all our important (and not so important) paperwork and helping the kids pack that she didn’t pack anything of hers. But that’s fine – I’ve taken up all the room with my books – no need to pack!
I remember when we left the UK in 2008 that, despite many weeks of packing beforehand, in the final weeks the house was still full of our junk. We had several of our very best friends come round numerous times to help us finish. They all went away, after hours of cleaning and packing, with cases and boxes galore of our stuff which, I think, they all still have. Meanwhile, we packed everything else into one small room in our house which remains locked up to this day. The majority of all this stuff, I hate to admit, is my books again. It seems to be a running theme…
Now we’re doing things in reverse. Many friends have taken cases home for us already and we had a good friend come round last night to help wrap gifts for other friends here while we packed. Soon, more friends will come to take our furniture away too.
So – very soon we’ll have no clothes, furniture, or even cooking utensils. That’s okay – we’ll manage. But how on earth will I survive without my books? :(