4WE LIVED IN an expatriate block in the Gulshan suburb, where everything else seemed to be. Do you remember how it was surrounded by the Banani Lake on the west and the Gulshan
on the east? And they cramped everything in between? Shanties on one side, embassies and commissaries and sports clubs on the other. Every year, more and more houses were built on our street.
Bigger apartments with spacious backyards. The city was trying to accommodate us all, the foreigners who had been sent to “improve” the country. It was trying to keep up with hot shower
lifestyles and garden tea parties. Specialty shops were everywhere, the French boulangerie, the German butcher, the Korean supermarket.
I looked from our balcony at the women crouching and pounding bricks at the construction site next door.
