ABSTRACT
Fazle Hassan Abed wanted to give me a simple message. We were talking on the nineteenth floor of a building in Dhaka from where we could
look out over the city. Just below us there was a U-shaped bend in the river, its base near the foot of the building with its arms extending away into the distance on either side. There were three-and four-story buildings along the outer sides of the U and one could imagine how in another city, or here at some future date, this would be a very attractive place to live with river walks and restaurants, their lights reflecting in the river at night.
