“Momtaz, it’s 30 September 2017, 8:00 a.m. The nightmare begins. Where exactly were you then?” We show Momtaz a map of the village of Tola Tuli and ask her to focus. During conversations with residents of the settlement whom we have managed to find, we add more details to the hand-drawn sketch. It is not easy. By the end of 2017, more than 700,000 lost and scattered people had arrived at the camp in Cox’s Bazar. Neighbors and relatives sometimes find one another here by chance, even after many years.
“I was here, where the tall grass is. And they came in from the north, burning houses and blowing them up with grenade launchers. They shot the men, raped the women and beat them until they lost consciousness. I saw everything. Then they came for me too.” Momtaz has no tears left, but bitterness and hatred keep making her throat go dry.