It’s scary being out at night in a foreign place. Conspiracies are everywhere. In Dhaka there are faint splashes of yellow and white light at night, surrounded by blind darkness. Faces gather secretively around them. Discussing, whispering, watching. Something Caravaggio painted. Then a dull expectation builds. You don’t know what but something is about to happen. Something has been planned. You look behind you.
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