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Grandma saw a spider. It was a normal spider, not big, not scary, just normal, but it terrified her.
“They came in the summer. The spiders did. They were everywhere; they covered everything. If you stood still for too long, they covered you.
“And they yelled, they yelled all the time. In that thick tongue of theirs. It sounded like demons had overtaken the town. They didn’t even bother learning Bengali. They shouted at us, poked us with sticks, beat us, and laughed at us. But we never knew what they wanted! If only they spoke Bengali, if only we knew, we would have done it. But we never knew.
“They put me and my parents in the ghettos. That’s where we had to live; we weren’t allowed to stay at home. And they didn’t give us netting. So when we tried to sleep the spiders would come. So everybody took turns watching for the spiders and shooing them away. Because if they came they would wrap you up in their webbing. And the spiders were everywhere. They came in the summer and they never left.
“The soldiers stayed, they stayed for so long. In the ghetto we were split into teams. Each team had a job. I was on a good team, with a good job. They said it was because I was pretty and young so they gave me the good job. Me and the rest of my team would go to the garbages. Not the garbages from the ghetto, we didn’t have enough to throw anything away. The garbages from the city, that’s where we went. And we dug, and sorted, and stacked, and piled until everything that might have any value was set aside. Then the soldiers would come. We loaded everything into trucks. Then the soldiers loaded us into trucks. Apparently we had some value, not much, but enough to warrant being loaded into trucks.
“The trucks were too small for all us. But the soldiers didn’t care, they used their sticks to force more and more of us in. I couldn’t breath. I was supposed to be on watch, but I had fallen asleep and the spiders had found me. Their webbing stretched across my face, every time I tried to inhale the sticky strings tickled the back of my throat and I started coughing. Those damn webs.
“Kill it. Kill the spider, Amar Baca. I’m going to grab a shawl; I’m cold.”
So I killed it. I didn’t want it to upset my mother any more, normally I would’ve just put it outside, it was such a little spider.