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Today we made the journey to Hopestill Pillow’s grave. Tucked away in the rear back corner of the graveyard under a tree, is her grave.
We heard her obitury and a brief biographical account of her life and works from the Baptist 2002 article. Its amazing that the second missionary from Nz and from our church to make such a commitmemt to service knowing that there was always a possibilty of never coming back. Communiction is made in months not seconds, no electricity, no modern medicine, none of the usual support from close ones around you.
But yet this lady put in 6 yrs more than what some will do in their lifetime. And has a legacy we still talk about to this day.
After a taxi ride from BMS Guesthouse to Kolkata train staking and then after a 5.5hr train trip… we arrived at Berhampore.
The train ride at first a little bit cramped but was it was nothing compared to the “General compartment” according to a gentleman ( Ambarish Ghosh) who I was sitting next too during the train trip. And it wasn’t until I saw the return train from Behampore to Kolkata, I can see he was right! Jammed packed! There’s less sardines in can!
Ambarish was on his way to meet up with his friends who just had a baby. Throughout the train ride we talked about tennis, cricket, study, a new job he is starting in February and how he is enjoying bachelor life until he turns 26. (Thankfully he spared the details)
He was trained and schooled from St Patrick’s a Scottish funded school for West Bengal.
And now, we are resting before visiting freeset fabrics this afternoon.
After a short international flight, we are here in Kolkata on phase 2 of the journey.
Already I have percieved similarities and differences with Bangladesh and India. There is still the intensity but not quite the chaos.
Maybe as there’s more English displayed and spoken…? but noticeably more women around walking around, a more subtle freedom than seen in Dhaka.
After a meal with others, we walked home and on the way we saw a family with two young children (not too dissimilar from my two) and they were asleep on the pavement on cardboard sheets under a blanket while the noise from a busy street and Kolkata life surrounded them.
It was a hard to walk by and not feel helpless, sad, angry and heartbroken. How does one respond…..?
Tomorrow off to freeset , a glimmer of hope amongst the afflicted.
At present we are sitting at Dhaka international airport awaiting our flight to Kolkata. A similar flight distance from Auckland to tauranga.
As the completion of our first leg we are about to embark with new adventures and experiences.
Earlier we had a debrief and discussion on how Bangladesh has affected us. And we have been effected on different levels.