A foreigner's experience

Martin R Porter, London, UK
I write as a foreigner in Bangladesh who is treated as a complete fool. Both in Dhaka and the districts. I stay in three-star hotels that have sophisticated IT systems yet cannot manage hot water! The lies I am told are unbelievable. I also hear such rubbish as, “We are such a poor country that it must be the will of God. Hasn't God given us creativity? Yet Bangladesh is in grave danger of being the first country to put a rickshaw on the moon! On the subject of rickshaws they are lovely in a world without cars, but the combination is lethal. I go around the cities seeing fat middle aged, middle class people being hauled by skinny poor men. Don't they realize how ludicrous the situation is? I have even had people tell me that the rickshaw men might turn criminal without work. What about proper jobs for the men? An English (IELTS 7) qualified student told me that English teaching in Bangladesh is rubbish. That was like a breath of fresh air I had suspected that to be the case. More truth please less unreality. Where are the women? I get the impression that most are only allowed to be housewives and baby producers in a small country with the same population of Russia. I meet lots of young people in my work who are delightful but confused. When are the educated people of this country going to say to the children. “Please forgive us. We've played silly games with politics, religion, education and business, because all we wished to do was to maintain our status”. My heart broke for Bangladesh.