Tokyo, 5 January 2008
Tokyo. Tokyo the electric. The insular. The impenetrable. And the feeling of being safe. Everywhere. All the time. The feeling too of being a foreigner. Everywhere. All the time. I take a look through the only guide to Bangladesh I could find in the Ginza neighborhood. Living already in the extreme, I read on page 17: “the history of Bangladesh has been one of extremes: turmoil and peace, prosperity and destitution.” I prepare myself for a journey towards an unknown extreme.