Today I finally moved into my home-to-be for the rest of the year – called ‘Choy house’ ('choy' is six in Bangla which was its previous number of occupants). It’s a five-bedroom flat at the top of a five story building in the heart of the Gulshan, one of the weathier areas of Dhaka. ‘Wealthy’ here seems to mean a larger polarisation between rich and poor – slick and ostentatious mirrored and pillared white apartments peer down on street sweepers, beggars and dilapidated shacks. The AYAD program, being government-run, has tight security guidelines around where we can live, and most AYADs are in and around this area. This apartment block is on the moderate to medium scale – the rooms are big, the floor and walls are clean, with the added touches of wiring bursting out of the sockets and numerous holes where fans or lamps may once have been. (maybe that’s where the mozzies (mosha) are coming from. My room has a gorgeous west facing balcony – today the sun set like a glowing orange sinking to kiss Dhaka’s dirty pink horizon.
The view from my room
The room itself!
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