By day there are no pauses on the streets of Chittagong. I must look both ways before crossing the street but understand there will never be an actually safe time to venture. I must mentally commit to Just GO. To successfully navigate to a destination one must squeeze their body into nothingness and skillfully (and quickly) creep around rickshaws, in front of swift-moving vans and baby taxis with an agenda, and along the side of men toting cows sporting a peculiar sharp hump.
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| A bird's eye view of the mayhem below. |
Starting at sunset, when fasting breaks, the streets thin out for a glorious couple hours. The people, vehicles, and animals are all still there, but they are organized in clusters, gathered around small lights to share a meal. When
Ramadan ends next week I will miss this time of peace and soft-light beauty
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| Lovely Iftar |
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