I never knew it. Bangadesh is a football nation! I arrived during the Word Cup in a city filled with football flags. Not small ones on litlle poles. Huge ones all the way from the top of buildings down to the ground. Mostly Brasil and Argentina. No Dutch flag to be seen. I guess next time that will be different..

It says something about these passionate people. In the chaotic streets of Dhaka you can tell that this busy people have a fire burning inside of them. Life isn't easy here. Bangladesh is one of the poorer countries of the world. Combined with the constant threat of flooding this low lying country has to work hard to survive. Extreme poverty sadly enough is all around. Right in front of my feet.

The streetkids in this photo are part of some kind of begging scheme that I could witness clearly for some days. If they get some money or food it goes directly to their family which is never far away. But it needs to be said that the country has been doing a lot better economically the past decades. Perhaps this succes will trickle down and help the ones at the bottom of Dhaka life.

In the meantime the deafening pace of life goes on undisturbed. During the matches thousands of people crowd before small tv's and cheer their lungs out. Especially when the power is cut..! The electricityplants can't handle this huge demand for power. Large gangs of angry supporters go down and smash the windows of the plants. In response the plants ask local factories to shut down during the games and people in the city to turn off their airco's. It helps. Together the Bangadeshi watch their games.