We got on our train to Rajshahi at Joydevpur. The crowds us white people gathered were big. To get rid of the crowd and to wait for our train, we crossed to our platform and stood under a bridge. Half the crowd followed us. In Bangladesh, it is not considered rude to stare or to ask questions of strangers, but I am afraid that my Western mind still revolts! Everyone else was handling the crowd well. Jacob was taking a picture of us waiting while surrounded by the crowd, and the crowd parted out of respect for him. “Come on, gather around!” I said to the crowd — in a very mean, sarcastic way. What’s the proverb — out of the heart, the mouth speaks?