In August we had the opportunity to tour the Rohinga camps. While the Bangladesh army and the UN among others have done a superb job in bringing order, still — there are 700,000 people with freedom of movement, no jobs, and very little hope for the future. After a morning in the camps, we went to the beach which is just half and hour from the camps. Such beauty, which so many people have no chance to enjoy.
This large ‘palace’ had one hundred rooms. The owners were Hindu and they left the country at partition. Since then squatters have taken over. The government has recently taken the property and people hope that it will be restored.
The palace was on the bank of the river Meghna. We went out in a small boat to a small tree-island. With many squeals of horror and joy we all jumped out of the boat and, barefoot, squished through the mud to see the tree. The place was covered with snails and crabs.
On the boat ride back, the storm chased behind us. Maia and Elias had been begging to swim again, and so with out nod of permission they jumped off the boat. But with the storm causing waves, and the boat’s motor pushing us ahead with surprising speed, the situation looked horrible to our friends — some of whom didn’t know that our kids could swim. It was definitely the longest swim that our kids had ever done, and Jacob and I were looking at them with some tension — were they in distress? Both of us were ready to jump in and swim back to help them. But our kids kept swimming. When they reached the shore everyone on the beach clapped.