If somebody may ask how our trip to Dhaka was

    We are sitting in the plane and talking about out trip to Dhaka. We are trying to summarize the experiences and to somehow put them into a few words, for this blog.

    But it’s very difficult to do that. There were so many different small things and small surprises that caused so many different feelings.

    • There was a guy who picked us up at the airport and who took us through without any passport and custom controls.
    • We met a girl who was very sad, because here mother wanted to cut her beautiful hair, as they don’t have the money to buy shampoos.
    • Then there was a 9-year-old boy who paints hennas like a professional painter and who loves to paint, but he had no paint or paper to do it.
    • There was 6-year-old boy who works in a samosa shop, who cleans the shop in his free time and it seamed that he forgot how to smile.
    • There was rickshaw rider who didn’t even know how old he is, he is only off from work if he is eating or sleeping,
    • There were 8 young men aged between 17 and 18 who were keen to learn about career, life and boys stuff.
    • There were 6 dog puppies under an old broken rickshaw, crying loud, one of them was dead. Another one had died the next day when we passed by.
    • There was pharmacy shop. The owner is also working as a doctor in the community. He is even stitching wounds if somebody is injured.
    • There were rich men who wanted to take photos with us.
    • There was a 9-year-old boy who never ate cornflakes his life before we met.
    • There was a police guy at Kaskura Nodi who wanted to check the foreigners.
    • There were bats big like eagles.
    • There was a small girl holding Mara’s arm with two hands just like she would like to show that nobody else should even try to get her arm.
    • There was a small girl who got the scarf directly from Mara’s shoulder as a present because she didn’t have any and who couldn’t believe that she got it.
    • There were hundreds of people who invited us to have lunch together with them in their homes.
    • There were hundreds of buses horning and millions of rickshaws ringing their bells.
    • There are streets like nowhere in the world and driving them is like riding a rollercoaster.
    • There were BBC journalists making reports about human rights with 360° camera.
    • There were 20 to 30 children following each of our steps, smiling, calling “Bidashi, Bidashi” and touching us.
    • There are 3 families whose children we are supporting and whose thankfulness you can feel with every breath.
    • There are hundreds of water pipes bringing water to the houses in the slums; they are unprotected, between tones of rubbish and leaking all the way to the houses.
    • There are girls who are too shy to talk about their need of sanitary pads.
    • The temperature was around 37°C and the humidity made us feel that you could drink the air instead of breathing it – and your body so much sweating like you were taking a shower.
    • There were so many happy faces of the children receiving the mobile phones for their school achievements.
    • There was such heavy rain and so much mud that you couldn’t imagine and that made walking around to become a real challenge.

    So if somebody might ask us how our trip to Dhaka really was – what to tell?