Bangladesh was a time of immersion in a world where all spaces took a peculiar importance, intense, disconcerting. It was a time for stepping in the human crowd, leaving our wild scenery.
The natural landscapes are ever green and flat. Mostly composed of the Jamuna and Ganges delta, the fertile land is harvested all year long, which ensure food self-sufficiency for the whole country. The land is luxurious and green, from the palm trees to the rice fields, and is made of thousands of small garden in which the whole population constantly works by hand. It seems the whole cycle happens at the same place, from the rice they plant to the rice they dry in the sun. The scenery is just fields that are perfectly nourished and taken care of. And small bamboo huts that are so integrated in the landscapes, they seemed to disappear.
But Bangladesh is also its sunrises reflecting the humidity floating on the land, revealing the water on the whole land. Long rivers run throughout the land, separating into arms, tirelessly, dividing the country. The nature is resplendent with a radiant fertility and shines sublime sceneries.
However these same landscapes are also places of disasters. The same rivers that bring the fertile alluvium are also the one that flood the whole land during the monsoon. Linked with the cyclone season and the fact that one third of the territory is just above see level, Bangladesh has tragic life stories. When everything is under water for more than 6 months, they need to shelter somehow on the road. Then comes all the difficulties, no more food, no more drinking water, as all the wells and the water tanks are now under salt water, no more toilets, no access to work, sanitation or health care. Surrounded by water and thirsty, the population lives without intimacy in the middle of the survivors. And once water recedes, the land is saline and lost most of its fertility. Moreover Bangladesh already had some climate refugee and this also bring the massive question about its density and overpopulation.