(caption: jackfruit- the natural version of banana laffy-taffy)Father Lawrence who is a lawyer happened to mention to me that he was a refugee to India when the war of liberation was going on. He told me he remembered very well when he returned home to Bangladesh, and it was a free country. There was nothing to celebrate though. The country and the people had been ravaged and raped. They had no food, and the government could not help everyone. He was only six years old, and he and his younger brother were the only ones in his family who were not bedridden with illness. Consequently, they had to find food for his mother and sisters, but there was none to be found. They resorted to eating the stalks of banana trees and any plant they could find. He mentioned his brother later in the conversation, so I know that he lived through it. I did not ask about the rest. The people of his generation are permanently scarred by starvation. The situation is very different now, but still people starve and from the sound and crack of his voice it is very apparent that this scar still aches.
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