I have black under my fingernails, because we painted the wheelchair prototype today. Also, there was a little drama at work. My good friend Alamgir, may lose his job. I don't understand the circumstances at all, but I think that it has something to do with budget cuts. CRP has a new CEO and he may be stretching out his power with the organization's founder in Europe on a fundraising visit. I want to write him a letter of recommendation or do something to help, but I don't want to overstep boundaries or get into politiky bullshit either.
He prayed at every call today - I haven't seen him ever do that.
A few days ago, Team Bangladesh beat the Australian cricketers in a One-Day International (ODI) match. The BBC says that it was a "huge shock with a five-wicket win." Thus, people are generally in good spirits. I did manage to see a little of the game from a big TV in an electronics store near Gulshan II. People were all crowded around the store out into the street. Rickshaw pullers were pissed - Their handle bar bells rang as they swung around the mob into oncoming traffic.
I've passes a milestone in my Bangla speaking. Very quickly I can rattle off:
"You able to walk away - I have no money - I unable to give any taka" It makes me very happy.
Go pistons.
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Jamie and Michele have rallied against all popular wisdom and good advice (again). Their visit to the indian continent should provide you with hours (if not minutes) of reading pleasures. Please sit back and relax as they selectively share their entanglements and stories of woe.
