Country Life
I was born in Bangladesh, in Chandpur in 1993. I forgot a lot of the stuff, but the stuff I can remember was that it was more like the countryside. So it was not a city, Bangladesh was mostly country regardless. It didn’t have pavement; it had dirt roads. It had like those flea markets that see, those were markets. Our houses were not really modern; they had those metal roofs, the ones they use in the countryside [not shingles, perhaps similar to the metal roofs of houses in American shanty towns]. Bangladesh was like one of the most impoverished countries –a third world country– so it wasn’t high tech. Country was totally different; it wasn’t like the city at all. I also remember building a fucking a boat with tree logs or the like, and it would fucking float [the slang was used to refer to the act of building the boat as being funny; not in the disrespectful sense]. It was a raft; it was not like a canoe or whatever, so a raft would make more sense.
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