Picture postcards?
The postcard vendor looks at me blankly
From which country?
I am in Bangladesh, the country without picture postcards.

The entire village welcomes the Bideshi (foreigner)
- The muezzin starts singing in Arabic at exactly 5:15 pm
- The rikshaw driver swears in the rikshaw jam
- The traveling salesmen sings about the quality of his fish in the streets
- The boat’s prow divides the murky waters of the Buriganga
- The badminton ball bounces across the illuminated net in the evening
- The döner kebab spit revolves around its own center

A traffic jam made out only of rickshaws
Somewhere in this country incredibly many people die of starvation every day. I sure didn’t come here to feed on someone else’s food.

Every evening's Badminton in the park with floodlights
As soon as I am fit again, I eat normally. I do not see anyone starving. I see poor people and rich, overweight and skinny. I see fruit sellers, tailors, students and booksellers. Bangladeshis are at the first glance hardly different from Indians.

Shopping mall in Bangladesh's capital Dhaka
- shopping malls
- parks
- luxury hotels
- BMWs
- a Muslim festival
- a people’s concert by the lake
- a rock concert on the university campus
(with an Iron Maiden cover song)
I sure haven’t imagined Bangladesh like this. I even find myself a cheesecake in a posh coffee shop.

surrounded Bideshis
Those monkeys!
a Bangladeshi comments about the extreme foreigner curiosity of his countrymen
You are being stared at, approached and touched everywhere and always. Often enough, you are surrounded by a cluster of staring locals.

A Muslim festival
The most successful export good of Bangladesh, next to inexpensive jeans and cheap T-shirts, seems to be a good conscience.
To be honest, the offer is tempting.





Des mit den Ansichtskarten: Soll des vielleicht ne schale Ausrede dafür sein, dass ich zeitlebens noch nie nen solchen Gruß von dir bekommen hab?!
Ja Lupo, da faellt mir ein: Deine Nachmieter in Wue freuen sich ueber regelmaessige Bilder aus aller Welt (:
Toll, du magst sogar meine Nachmieter lieber als mich. Wunderbar. Ich spüre eine immer tiefer werdene Kluft zwischen uns. Heute hab ich sogar eine Mittagssuppe ohne dich gegessen…
Bangladesch reizt mich eigentlich seit langer Zeit. Aber ich habs leider noch nie geschafft.
Lustige Detail am Rande. Ich war 2010 auf der Weltausstellung in Shanghai und hab dort auch den Pavillon von Bangladesh besucht. Dort gab es ein Plakat auf dem es hiess: “Visit Bangladesh before the tourists come”.