Today Wifey, Surola mashi and I went into town for some last-minute shopping.
Surola mashi dealt with the food needed for Thing I’s impending teenage biday party coming up.
Wifey and I went to get cases we desperately need for leaving. Staff at LAMB are beginning to panic about the four large barrels of stuff we need shipping and seven cases plus a sitar coming with us on the plane. With all the hartals going on, it is difficult to persuade anyone to transport anything at all. One friend today reported that twenty-two people have been killed in blockade skirmishes in the last five days alone. The Dhaka Tribune reports that petrol bombs were thrown into a bus full of people killing three so far with more expected to succumb to burn injuries soon. The current plan is that we pack everything in the next week and send it off to Dhaka living out of one case and our hand luggage for our remaining time at LAMB. I’m not sure how easy that will be but, needs must…
We managed to buy four cases after much damadami, bargaining, and a fair amount of tea drinking. These were then loaded and secured on to our vangari.
The third thing was gifts for all of Wifey’s staff at the Rehab centre. After much more damadami and a fair amount of trying to explain to the dokaners that identical punjabs for the male staff would make their gifts look more like uniforms than something special, we managed to secure the gifts and get home.
A quick visit to another dokan for some bits and bobs and then we found out vangari wallah and headed back to LAMB .
By the time we got home, the Opposition party had announced yet another 72-hour hartal beginning on Saturday at 6am. The current 131-hour one hasn’t even finished yet. I really have no idea how this stalemate will be broken.
Update: It was only after I completed this post that I realised just what date it is. I knew it was coming but my mind obviously blanked the day out itself. Four years ago today, I lost my father. I remember my sister’s text message that morning telling me to “ring Mum” and the swift arrangements needed to get my family and I home from Bangladesh to the UK for his funeral.
It was ironic that while I was further away from him than ever in my whole life, I couldn’t have been closer.
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