Paint it coloured If Dhaka has a heart, it must be Shahbag, the intersection surrounded by the National Museum, the city’s best tea stalls (some of them prepare their sweet tea with gaur, not sugar, and of course they all have ginger), small shops arranging flowers, others selling hard-to-find...
B13 “Do you live here?” we ask. “Yes, my house is right there.” She points to the other side of the road, where small two and three-floored houses stand close to one another. Typical suburban Beiruti houses, made of grey cement with square windows and bright textile shutters that...
After the rain The night before, it had poured down. It came quickly – cold winds, overcast, then sudden, heavy rain. The power went at about the same time, and with it the yellow lights that dotted the slopes where the city climbs down towards the plains below. “Tomorrow...