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[Music] Me. [Music] [Applause] [Music] [Applause] [Applause] [Music] Foreign. [Music] The skyline of Dhaka, the capital of Bangladesh. More than 12 million people live in this fast-growing metropolis, and thousands more arrive every day. The streets of Dhaka have long become like the eye of a needle but are not enough streets for the increasing number of people and vehicles. [Music] Worse than the foul air is the noise on the street. Even if traffic is at a complete standstill, horns are always honking. Bangladesh lies to the east of India. Its northern border is formed by the Himalayas. The center of this congestion-plagued city are the streets around the bus station of Gulistan. Rickshaws still dominate the streets of the city. Twenty-five-year-old Bad Chad Mia has been transporting goods by rickshaw for over seven years now. Today, Badjet has to take TV sets and accessories to a shop in the old town for a logistics company. If he loads up his rickshaw to the top, he gets the equivalent of 70 cents per kilometer. He can manage two or three such trips a day. It depends on how bad the congestion is and if he can get through without problems. I might have to bribe the traffic police, but this is already included in the price. Foreign. [Music] Every day, thousands of young people like Bloodshed arrive in the capital. They dream of wealth and fast money. Most of them end up on the streets of Dhaka. The job of rickshaw driver is a good opportunity to earn money. My home village is called Sherpa. There are no jobs there, so I came to Dhaka. Life and work here are hard. There are a lot of traffic jams in Dhaka. Driving is dangerous, and rickshaws are banned on the larger main streets, but I'll manage. There are many spots where the traffic police stop us. Sometimes they beat us, but if you give them 10 cents, then they let you drive on. [Music] It's going uphill up there. You have to get off and help me push. [Music] Now we're taking a left turn. [Music] In the streets of Dhaka, things can easily get lost, so the logistics company sends its helpers along. They watch the goods and show Bansheed the way through the maze of streets. [Applause] [Music] [Applause] [Music] Accidents and broken vehicles are part of the scenery. They are often the aftermath of a bit of jostling or inconsiderate drivers. The age and poor condition of the vehicles make any transport a high-risk journey. [Music] This old lorry was hopelessly overloaded. Eighteen tons of steel rods instead of the legal limit of five caused it to break down in the middle of the junction. [Music] [Applause] [Music] We've got more expenses and won't be getting our wages. We have to pay for everything out of our own pocket. It's gonna cost us dearly. [Music] This time no one got hurt, but accidents like this are typical for the streets of [Music] [Music] Dhaka. [Music] Thirty-five-year-old rickshaw driver Mohammed Azim was swept into the streets of Dhaka more than 20 years ago. Every day, he drives passengers through the city to earn a few euros. As he has a wife and two children to feed, he knows the streets and its dangers and knows exactly what to look out for. [Music] Actually, all other vehicles are dangerous for me, but I have to pay particular attention to buses, lorries, and ordinary cars. The accident happened when a van hit me from behind and held me curbside. I lost consciousness immediately. It took me three months to be able to get back onto the rickshaw, I said. [Music] There are too many rickshaw drivers in Dhaka. Any newcomer can do this job. For Azim, this means ever longer waiting times and prices are competitive. Rickshaw, how much do you want? Twenty cents, 15. No, I don't have time. Let's go. [Music] Driving on the street is not only dangerous, it's also exhausting. Azim can't manage more than three or four hours per day. Sometimes he also has to wait for over 10 hours. At the end of the day, he's often left with just a few euros. He will send most of this money to his wife and children who live in the countryside. When I sleep or walk, my joints often hurt. How much longer my body can take the strain, but I have to feed and raise my children somehow. [Music] After one hour stuck in traffic, Budget has covered the short distance to the old town. [Applause] He delivers the goods. [Applause] Particularly in the hot tropical summer, a taxi with air conditioning is the only chance to escape the overheated streets for a short while. [Music] Muhammad Amanullah's taxi is a luxury only rich people can afford. [Music] Muhammad has been steering his yellow cab through the big city jungle of Dhaka for seven years now. [Music] The worst thing is the ever-present traffic jams. They cause lots of problems. Sometimes I need two hours for a short distance you would normally need 20 minutes. This way, I have fewer customers who make hardly any money. My job's not really worth its while anymore. It's usually richer clients, business people, or foreigners who need to get to the airport who treat themselves to a taxi. Englishman David Giddings often travels to Bangladesh for business and has managed to pick up a few words of the local language. David has not managed to get used to the traffic in Dhaka. I mean, I drive in Rome. I've driven in Naples for 30 years. I live in Italy. I've been there for 30 years, but I would never drive in Dhaka. Never. I wouldn't risk it because, first, people are not insured, which is very important. My friend's brother is now mad. He was hit. Now he's completely crazy, brain damaged, and they just run away. If you have an accident, they never stop because the people would lynch them, kill them. I mean, walking across the road is a problem. The crossings are very few, and the people take no notice. They take no notice of the police. Traffic lights are just a waste of money. [Applause] [Music] Foreign. [Music] So. [Music] [Applause] [Music] [Applause] You hop across the road. You try to stop the cars with your hand. They don't easily let you go, and they get out in the middle of the traffic and check something, um, like this. It's very informal. I mean, I don't think they have a highway code, or if they do, I don't think anybody's ever read it. I don't think the police have read it because they don't stop people. Occasionally, the government tries to lay down the law. They just issued a new highway code. Please read this and take note of the new rules. Are those the new laws? Yes, I got something similar the other day. Okay. The government wants to enforce drivers keeping to their individual lanes. Actually, it's a problem for all of us, and taxi drivers are doing it wrong, but the worst offenders are the rickshaw drivers. They haven't got a clue about the highway code. I never... It's true that we often go too fast, but we're not the only ones. Our customers want to reach their destination quickly, so we simply step on it. [Music] [Applause] The replacement at almost all the major junctions regulating the flow of traffic. Without them, traffic would come to a complete standstill. People respect the officers more than the traffic signs, but even they can't really control the chaos. [Music] One. [Music] [Applause] Everyone wants to go first. If we don't put a stop to this behavior, nothing will ever change. Everyone simply drives onto the junction, jackknifes, and obstructs the rest of the traffic. No one gives in. Everyone thinks only of themselves and how to get away the quickest. [Music] It's rush hour. Not even the rickshaws can get through now. Slowly, the mood is reaching boiling point in the old town. The next transport is waiting for Budget at a wholesaler's. He loads building materials which he has to take to a building site. At least there are no dangerous buses or lorries in Odaka. It's hard work, but I don't have an alternative. I once fell off my bicycle and broke my leg. When I transport pipes like those, it's very dangerous. The streets are narrow, and I have to make sure I don't get caught anywhere. [Applause] Never finished school. Instead, he went to work in order to support his family in the countryside because Bad Chad started to work. His brother wa...