BHALO TAKBO

The time has come. The 16th of January I will turn 3 years old in Bangladesh, and few days after I will leave this country; the one where I lived longer, a part from beloved Italy. During these years my hard disk has reached its maximum capacity and I’m afraid some of the back up might have been lost somewhere. So many things have happened, positive and negative, turning it difficult to try to remember all of them. Said so, I love to focus in the amazing moments of these years. The chats on the “onek shamosha, boro oshusto, jamela and disgusting jam… well, are shesh!” So, Emma Nayra, whom was born on an unforgettable 10th of February 2011, in a crazy hospital with closed minded nurses and doctors, proving with her mother how to give birth and to born are simply the most natural things of the world and that conceiving it as the delivery of a product where you need to optimize costs and times to increase your revenue, it’s just an other prove of how poor humanity can be. Emma came to this world to show us her smile and happiness, sharing the inner sense of life: enjoy it! She is making our lives more beautiful, turning her mother even more amazing, if possible. Certainly, the CHT, a region which I loved since my first visit three years ago; since that first time I kept studying, enjoying, understanding it and, in 2012, also living it on a daily basis, discovering undiscovered unions and spots. The attitude to life in rural area, where everything is about “ektu pore” (later) “kichu kaben na?” (you don’t like to eat something?) bhalo achi (I’m fine), no matter the house is flooded, the son is seriously sick and the daughter is leaving family for ever because she is getting married. The women of the rural area and the ones of the city: in a different way and to different extents, both, once ensured of the minimum tools and rights, such an example of freedom fighters, struggling for their lives and future everyday. The belief in the nation and in a bright future, no matter the same is leaded by leaders who shall compete for the “worst leader ever” and “most corrupted one”. The demonstration of how nationalism is about the people that live the nation and its distinctive patterns, not about their leaders. The relevance of the world relation: family, friendship and brotherhood; the fact of referring to everybody as brother and sister. Unique. The people who made my life easier, thanks! The ones who made my life a nightmare, somebody will judge you, don’t worry. The Food: one of the two most common topics of conversation on a daily basis, with money. My choices: alu bortha, lal and green shakh, misti kumla, marma noodles, coconut rice and nasta, some of the Bengali mishti. The difficulties faced collectively, which let you think about this individualistic approach we are so proud of. No matter where you are, doing what, know that you have somebody who can rescue you, whom you can trust, hug, love. All this to say that what I’ve been seeing and living on a daily basis if positive, it has been just great and, if negative, it is giving me the opportunity to do the opposite, treating others like I expect to be treated, respecting more, giving up, hopefully, with being nervous and neurotic. Ami bhalo takbo. Apnara bhalo takben! Abar dekha hobe.