The day that started like any other
This article is being republished from the Dhaka Tribune's archive on the day of Holey Artisan militant attack verdict As I walked into my favourite bakery in Dhaka on Friday afternoon, I had only one thing on my mind: Finding the right bread to pair with olive oil. I had returned to Bangladesh the previous morning after a week and a half of vacation in Italy with my mother, and was looking forward to sharing my haul of Italian food with a friend over a home-cooked dinner.Traffic was busier than a typical Friday afternoon, since the approach of the Eid holiday brought with it the last minute rush of shoppers that will be familiar to Americans; imagine a suburban mall the Saturday before Christmas, and it will give you a sense of the atmosphere.Also Read- Revisiting the descent into darknessFortunately, Holey Bakery didn’t disappoint. As I looked over the display case filled with lime-glazed donuts, sesame bagels, and apple tarts, I zoomed in on a stack of ciabatta loaves, and knew I had hit the jackpot. A minute later, I was walking out of the glass door, ciabatta in hand along with a croissant for good measure.I crossed the broad grass lawn on the way to the car, and my favourite waiter from the adjacent restaurant smiled and waved.