I am writing this by hand, on paper, because I no longer
trust anything that listens.
The Haor Radio Array stands on a raised earthen plateau in
the wetlands of Sunamganj, four hours by road and one hour by boat from the
district town. For half the year the land there is a sea. When the monsoon
comes, the haor swallows the paddy fields, the village paths and the low roads,
and the villages sit like islands on their mounds, each with its tin roofs and
its mosque and its stubborn clusters o...
