Working with Symbiosis in Bangladesh
Lipi’s Story
The noises of the slum continue well into the wee hours of the morning. As Lipi and her husband stepped gingerly yet resolutely across the moonlit dry river bed, the muffled sound came again. Now they were closer to the source. Somehow the stillness of the night brought a clarity that added to the terror of the cry as it hung palpably in the air almost seeming to urge them forward. Reaching the large island of sand now in the centre of the old river, Lipi looked up at the group of huts just visible at the edge of the sand cliff in front of her. In her torch light she could just make out the sandbags set into the sloping cliff of sand, marking the well-worn pathway up. Almost crawling to keep from slipping at the final step, Lipi was grateful again for her husband’s strong hands on the small of her back easing her onto the flat path ahead. Looking down the four metres or so below, she wondered how they would go with the return journey.
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