THE LOOMING SHADOW OF A HUNGRY GIANT. :By Amir Taheri
‘KAHYAN’ International, August 2, 1971
Noontime is kebab-time in Dacca’s riverside district. There are about 20 kiosks made of tin and tree-trunks which specialist in making a mixture of flour and minced intestines of sheep that passes for “kebab”. To the teeming crowds of the district this curious mixture represents a wholesome meal. There are thousands of fishermen, vendors, fortune-tellers, crap-shooters, layabouts, boatmen, beggars, ruined peasants wandering in the town and sundry other semi-naked walking skeletons who mob the “kebab-shops” at lunch-time.
The whole meal costs one-quarter of a rupee (about 2.5 rials’) and yet most of the crowd who gather to watch the grilling thereof coveted meal cannot afford the treat. Out of every 10 by-standers at the kebab-shops only one or two can afford the meal. They eat with pleasure and look as if they have just secured a chunk of paradise. The rest of the crowd look on in envy mixed with wonder.
Noontime is kebab-time in Dacca’s riverside district. There are about 20 kiosks made of tin and tree-trunks which specialist in making a mixture of flour and minced intestines of sheep that passes for “kebab”. To the teeming crowds of the district this curious mixture represents a wholesome meal. There are thousands of fishermen, vendors, fortune-tellers, crap-shooters, layabouts, boatmen, beggars, ruined peasants wandering in the town and sundry other semi-naked walking skeletons who mob the “kebab-shops” at lunch-time.
The whole meal costs one-quarter of a rupee (about 2.5 rials’) and yet most of the crowd who gather to watch the grilling thereof coveted meal cannot afford the treat. Out of every 10 by-standers at the kebab-shops only one or two can afford the meal. They eat with pleasure and look as if they have just secured a chunk of paradise. The rest of the crowd look on in envy mixed with wonder.