
By Mandy Solitary Bengali men stood around, barefoot, their knee-length lungi (a long cloth tied around the waist) dripping with mud and sea water. A few aligned to tug a rope tied to a hunk of metal that sat, upturned, several yards to my right. Some were gazing out into the junk-filled horizon, perhaps thinking about the work that still needed to be done. But most had stopped to stare at my friend and I, [...] Continue »