There is a city in this country—where, as soon as the monsoon arrives, the roads become rivers, intersections turn into ponds, and people become temporary boatmen. And newspaper headlines read "Dhaka Dubi" (Dhaka sinks). Yet, to keep this city from sinking, thousands of crores of taka are spent year after year. Plans are drawn up on paper, budget figures swell, and various programs are inaugurated. The only scene that hasn't changed is the ankle-to-waist-deep water that accumulates the moment it...
