The Swedish Embassy, Bangladesh

THE SWEDISH EMBASSY, BANGLADESH /G. S. Sharat Chandra Arrows point to the Swedish Embassy from several streets as if everyday there's an open party. When I walk up aU I see is a gorgeous bungalow next to a vacant lot full of filth, its high glass panes locked tight as a bankrupt bank. A guard in blue sleeves & khaki shorts rests his rifle butt between his legs, asks, "What you want?" Following the arrow, I say smiling, where's the party? "No party, no strangers. Road is dead-end. I.D. required. Go back!" And looks up at some classified window where his master laughs in secret approval. The Missouri Review · 253 ...