They would abandon their communities to spare them the burden of growing old and thus reunite with the spirits of their ancestors, ready to embrace them with honour.

During the great globalization of Bangladesh and the wild exploitation of its manpower, people use to talk about the existence of some sort of Asian El Dorado: the great ships’ graveyard.

There is no fable-like story here, no magical slant.

They would abandon their communities to spare them the burden of growing old and thus reunite with the spirits of their ancestors, ready to embrace them with honour.

During the great globalization of Bangladesh and the wild exploitation of its manpower, people use to talk about the existence of some sort of Asian El Dorado: the great ships’ graveyard.

There is no fable-like story here, no magical slant.

The beached carcasses of old ocean liners and long-abandoned freighters are not looking for their ancestors. They are just humongous pieces of scarp iron to profit from.

El Dorado is not a mysterious place anymore. And it’s not made out of gold, at all.