“September 21, 1945, that was the night I died.”
Once a staple of every morning in cities across Bangladesh, the unmistakable caw of the crow is now becoming a rare sound.
As the climate crisis worsens, its effects in Bangladesh are becoming increasingly visible and destructive.
“September 21, 1945, that was the night I died.”
Once a staple of every morning in cities across Bangladesh, the unmistakable caw of the crow is now becoming a rare sound.
As the climate crisis worsens, its effects in Bangladesh are becoming increasingly visible and destructive.
