Tuesday, August 18, 2015

It's raining from men, not hallelujah



It's monsoon season in Bangladesh. According to weather statistics nearly 80 per cent of the annual average rainfall occurs during a few months.
Some parts of the country have been suffering enormously from heavy rains and floods. The situation is very serious and dangerous for many people.
Not so for the issues below.


In Dhaka it's raining from men. And it's not hallelujah.
Dhaka has about 15 million people,  but the city can boast with less than one hundred public toilets. No place to go in case of emergency.
No wonder that every day and in every street there are urinating men. First - in my newcomer naiveté - I thought that they were praying when they were squatting over open ditches in the streets.
Since praying is a private thing I looked away until I one day realized what was going on.
The more universal version of against a wall/tree I did figure out immediately.
Maybe urinating is a little like yawning - if one starts doing it, many others join since peeing men tend to appear in a line formation.
Authorities in Dhaka have tried to stop "the yellow monsoon" with all kinds of campaigns and punishments, but in vain. A million or three public toilets might be a relief.
But this is not all.



It's also dripping from men and even women.
People spit all the time - men in suit, women in office dresses, men in working clothes. The streets are covered with snots of all shadows of green, in all sizes.
I panic when in a crowded street I hear that a person just behind me prepares a major spit with profound slimy sounds.
So far, I have been saved from the  "mucous monsoon".

PS. No action pictures, here goes the line, if not stream.



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