Today is Hartal day. For those of you who are not familiar with this bizarre phenomenon, a hartal is a strike which immobilizes an entire country. If you ignore a hartal, or if you accidently end up at the wrong place at the wrong time you can face brutal violence (last Sunday 3 people lost their lives). Since my arrival to Bangladesh, two and a half weeks ago, this is now the third (!) hartal. Today is thus the third day in which we cannot go into the field, and interviews have been cancelled (these days turned out to be very effective for doing work on our joint paper).
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In all this trip was very interesting, intensive, fruitful but also a bit bewildering. In the field I work in, people write about beautiful terms like wickedness, complexity and resilience. My feeling after this trip is that for Bangladesh complexity is an understatement...
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