So, we trooped into the home of the Awami Leaguer, who received us warmly. He was a member of the district council, known as the Union. After a few minutes of conversation, we found that the room had filled with unannounced visitors. These turned out to be the local headmaster and members of the village council who wanted to participate in the discussions. Foreigners, even Indians, were rare visitors and someone who took a specific interest in local issues of flooding, displacement and land pressures was even more welcome.

We spoke of the need to improve relations between the two countries, especially in the field of trade. There was a ripple of laughter when we spoke of the illegal trade. Mamon Islam turned to me. ‘When you had the transport strike in India, we were very badly affected in Bangladesh, especially in Kurigram.’ He explained: ‘Kerosene, sugar and salt—these are big items from India. They come by truck up to the border and then across by porters and boats, to be transferred to local transport vehicles. During the strike, the prices went up four, five times because of short supply and the greed of the dalals. Ah! They are so greedy!’ said this simple man. Only now had the prices started to to come down. That was in 1999. The strike had taken place in 1997.

One of the Council members argued for open trade, saying that it was better to formalize the informal. Governments on either side of the border were losing money through their respective restrictions and regulations; the only people making a profit were the smugglers and their comrades, the border police on either side of the frontier. The customer was having to pay high prices because of this alliance between crime and the upholders of law and order.

I spoke about the large number of cattle which entered Bangladesh through ‘cattle corridors’ in West Bengal, Meghalaya, Assam, as well as Tripura.

The Union member smiled and spread his hands in a gesture of thanks to the divine. ‘How great Allah is! You do not eat the meat of cattle but we do. But you have the cows while we need the meat. So, it makes good economic sense for you to send the meat to us and for us to buy it from you. This is the economics of the market; it is good common sense and it has existed in this region before anyone thought of globalization.’

Tea was served with biscuits in that small room which doubled as a drawing and dining room—and now a meeting centre. When we took leave, it was already late and we still had to locate Bepari Para to look for Keramat Bhai.