Stories and News

Stories and News No. 1201   Once upon a time there was Cox’s Bazar, a city on the coast of southern Bangladesh, a fishing port, a tourist town and a seaside resort, whose beach is known to be among the most pristine in the world. Under the aegis of the second city of the state, Chittagong – now only administratively, Cox's Bazar was a land of conquest for many, from Tripuri to the Rakhine’s kings, up to foreign invaders, like Portuguese and British. The name is due to the last of such robberies, disguised by the culprits themselves and complicit history in the shape of a harmless commercial enterprise: the market of Captain Hiram Cox, in charge of managing the colonial possession. As you can see, there is much more to discover under the mask and beyond. And we are only at the beginning. In fact, making a leap in time here we are to the city hidden in the stolen one, divided between the Kutupalong and Nayapara camps, both reserved to Rohingya refugees. About a million peo...

Stories and News No. 1091 It can’t rain all the time , they say. Yes, it cannot. But in the meantime it's raining, and all, really everything that keeps us alive, joined together, it’s a strange kind of umbrella . We found a refuge under it. Nonetheless, we wait for it to end, the worst day of our common story. We hope that the weather will be benevolent, and so the future. Meanwhile, it's raining. With the imminent arrival of the monsoon rains 700,000 Rohingya refugees risk their lives in Bangladesh The drops become insistent, insensitive and icy as much as the eyes that scrutinize us all. Let’s be honest, right? No government leader will launch proclamations and expensive missions to save us, with or without the support of the assembled nations. No coalition will take the field against our enemy, unless to lift a colossal finger, pointing it there, where the money and selfishness hurt. There are no rock stars who will organize mega concerts for charity and ...