We are still in Dhaka. Nothing seems to be moving.
Everything is soft as cotton, but there’s a strange feeling. Never in my life have I been in such a situation where I cannot do anything except be.
My mind is continuously trying to make sense out of it, but things just don’t make sense. I am powerless to do anything about this situation and all I can do is hope for the best. It is scary but exciting both at the same time, but that’s what adventure is all about. Finding yourself in unplanned situations.
Our next step depends on things we do not yet know, so planning seems pointless. We have options and we’ve gone through them, but they are all based on assumptions on how things might possibly go. We’ve done all we can, and now it’s time to relax and see what life throws our way.
The good news is that we have the Ambassador of India from Finland helping us, but even he is having difficulty communicating with his colleagues in Dhaka. Our papers should already be processed, but we need the stickers in our passports. Unless that is done, I don’t quite know what’s going to happen.
Tomorrow we go ask them if our passports are ready.