Dhaka

Adam called this morning and we talked for 30 minutes.

He went into the slums of Dhaka and had an eye-opening experience. He said to begin with the smell is unreal or should I say the stench. He said about 5 communities live where one should be living and that entire families live in one room. Health care barely exits and the children are very malnourished. He said their legs look like match sticks. He saw one woman holding a baby that was so malnourished he wasn't sure the baby was alive.

He visited a clinic and they helped as best they could. He said it's like the movie, 'Slum Dog Millionaire' but there is no glamour. It's real life. The people are the poorest of the poor and are taken advantage of by the drug lords and whoever else chooses to take advantage of them. He said it was very heart wrenching.
He said he couldn't bring himself to eat after he got back. He had no appetite.
His money is almost gone. He has given a lot of it away. We are going to have to send more.
He has made lots of friends and he keeps quite busy. He said laundry is an all day affair and takes most the day on Saturday. He said the only thing he really misses is family. He does miss is privacy. Apparently Bengali people share everything and expect you to share too even conversations. He said he was calling me from the roof.
He is happy to be there and I have a feeling this is just the beginning of a very eventful life for Adam.