With Ramadan (the biggest religious Muslim holiday) in full swing, the traffic has evolved from the ordinarily terrible to utter insanity. The newspaper announces dozens of new dead daily, killed in bus and rickshaw crashes. Two photographer friends of mine who are in the city now witnessed the unceremonious dumping of a 16-year-old boy’s corpse into a garbage pile in Old Dhaka yesterday, the result of a motorcycle taxi accident. Commuting to and from shooting sites has been predictably stressful.
I found this auto repair shop on a side street near the train station, staffed almost completely with child workers. He looked to be about 7 years old, yet he seemed more competent in engine maintenance that I will likely ever be.
This is part of a larger project on Child Labour in Bangladesh.