British mariners put up their tents here in the late hours of the night when everybody was asleep. This part of the city was then uninhabited. Only a forest of tall, sky-kissing trees stood at this spot. During the day woodcutters collected timber from here and at night ferocious animals stalked the forest. A deep tension gripped the city. The soldiers at Lalbagh may rebel any moment. The few English families which were still there, took shelter in green boats on the river Buriganga...
Still there is no end of indignation between the human being. No end of death. Still men kill men. In the name of religion, Of caste, Of nationality, And of culture. This barbarism has endangered the peace of our dear world...
