Editorial
20th of August
Did I do something?
As the time goes by also my entries in this journal
appear in longer intervals. I dont seem to have energy to write
anything anymore. I have become a boring person.
Partly because I want to go home and partly because only thing
that interests me here at all is my work. I just hover between
my flat and my office. The worst moments are when I need to
travel between these 2 places. The best moments are when I open
the door to either one of those asylums.
Who would have thought that this place can put me down like
this. Just a minute ago I got home from the office. Right at
the gate there was a woman lying on the street and another one
begging for money next to her. "Five taka, five taka bondhu
[Friend]", she said. I looked at the woman lying on the
ground. There was blood coming from her mouth. She looked dead.
I told the other lady that it doesnt help even if I give you
million taka. I told her to take her to hospital. She just wanted
"Five taka, bondhu." I made the guards call an ambulance
and went inside.
The worst thing about this is that at first I suspected these
ladies are just cheating for money. Other one playing sick while
the other one cashes in from the unsuspecting pass-byers. My
thoughts were to just walk inside and not to care at all. That
is what this country does for you. Makes you negligent.
I came here to make a difference, but I have noticed myself
being hardened from the inside. I hate the idea of becoming
one of those selfish and greedy business men I meet everyday
outthere. Thinking of money and ways to make more money. I need
to get out, before I lose myself completely.
I have accomplished something, I think. I have planted a seed
that can one day be a tree with a thick trunk and many branches
with tasty fruits hanging from them. This is just the beginning,
but I am convinced that my seed will grow to be a strong tree
and it's branches reaching for the skies.
And if the company comes out no good. I still have set my mark
on this country. One day I was taking a rickshaw from the Nordic
club back to my apartment. My regular rickshaw-vala, Abdul,
was giving me a ride. He was much more quiet than normally and
I wondered what was wrong. I asked what was bothering him when
we reached my flat. He said that his wife was giving a birth
to their baby in few days, but he doesnt have to money to take
her to the hospital. He needed 1000Tk (16$) to do it.
I, again, was little suspicious whether he was just pulling
my leg. I gave him the money anyway. The smile on his face told
me that I had probably done the right thing.
A week later I met Abdul in front of the Nordic Club. He and
his 2 brothers came to me talking furiously. They were shaking
my hands and patting me on my back. "Dhonnobad, dhonnobad
[Thank you, thank you]." Abdul told me that he had named
his newborn son after me.
More Mikko's into the world. That cant be a bad thing, can it? |
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