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After seeing the extreme degradation that humanity is subjected to on the streets of Dhaka; after seeing the very hellish depths of human suffering, what you really want is a drink. No. Not a chance. It’s a Muslim country and unless you ferment your own, or live the heady life of an expat (instead of the ragged life of an unemployed try-hard) you’re out of luck. But strangely enough, this has been ok. I’ve drunk twice in the last two and a half months and both times were uninspiring. More often it felt like a waste of time, an obstruction. I had nothing that I wanted to forget. Instead I had a lot that I wanted to remember and think about. I’m drunk on poverty baby.
Posted 2 years ago
