The other day, in the morning we found a parked ambulance inside of our apartment complex. Our hearts stopped at its sight and quickly asked the driver what happened. Who is sick?
"No worries, boss, we are just taking your neighbor to the airport. Is a hartal day!"
Dhaka is quickly becoming a city of ambulances. Because they are not (generally) molested on the roads by pickets, suddenly there are tons of them, not all complete with flashing lights but with AMBULANCE or AMBALANCE written all over them. Dacia is telling me that one her classmates owns a big one, no bed in the back, just benches.
Strangely, the "injured" inside look remarkably fit, and there are usually about a dozen of them sitting there with prayer caps on, showing a reserved smile.
Oh well, TIB :)
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