It was just an off-hand remark – pretty standard fare amongst such circles. I was sitting with a twenty-something audience member after a performance by our jazz duo BlueNote. The scene: an expat club. Balmy evening air, tinkling glasses, the chatter of people looking forward to the weekend after a busy week at work. To make polite conversation, I asked her how long she’d been here, and whether she was enjoying it? “Oh you know” she replied, “it has its moments. Up days and down days. But it’s also really nice to be able to come in here and escape from Bangladesh.” It may be that she was merely talking about the traffic, or the noise, but people rarely stop to specify. It’s the whole shebang that needs escaping from, it seems.

Once I would have been eye-poppingly outraged by such a comment – the casual contempt it implied, and the automatic (and in this case entirely mistaken) assumption that I as another bideshi (foreigner) would agree without hesitation. But now I just feel weary, and rather saddened by this common sentiment, which echoes with so much missed opportunity. Much as I was when someone asked me recently how long I had to go on my contract. I said something like “Just over a year”, and his spontaneous and utterly sincere response was “Oh, not too bad then”, as if it was Alcatraz, not Dhaka I was describing.

What is it that goes wrong? Why is it that such statements can be heard so easily? Read more here.