Bangladesh is polluted, there are trash piles everywhere you look. Driving out of Dhaka, were mounds upon mounds of trash. The air is thick with rotten and sewage types of smells. Dogs using their paws and digging for any kind of sustenance. An old, frail, shirtless man sitting on a pile of trash with an umbrella, shielding himself from the crippling heat. People looking around for anything that looks like it could be reused.
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