"So you can read this?"
"There's images, repeating shapes and sizes…it is not too hard. It is a collection of love stories."
"Love stories? Really? Like…what does this say?"
Baba was illiterate, like everyone else. Schools were regularly abandoned. Even if a teacher miraculously appeared to run it and teach them, it wouldn't last long in charland. They were islands, so to speak, that were very prone to flooding. While not every char was the same, with some allegedly being quite safe, theirs was not.
Here, over eighty percent of people were poor. Here, it was devastation after devastation. Death after death. Husbands and the young would regularly leave their families in pursuit of a greater life. Blaming them had gotten exhausting.
