ABSTRACT
Joanna Kakissis, writing in the New York Times,
describing climate migration in Bangladesh
resulting from extreme flooding1
The morning is already hot when you leave home, the Sun blazing
down from a bright blue sky. Air that smells of asphalt and heat is
so thick with humidity that by the afternoon you think you could lift
off your feet and swim. Dark clouds gather and build giant storm
cells that black out the sky. Birds and insects that earlier were making
morning calls fall silent as the pressure builds. Everything is still, waiting.
Then, when you can almost imagine the atmosphere pressing into
