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I remember, I read in many books: "people feel how important their country is when they start living outside their country". TRUE. 100%. (Fullstop)

Bangladesh. That's my country. There's my home. I lived more than 27 years there. The name 'Bangladesh' makes no 'charming' feeling in anyone's mind like 'Italy' or 'France' does. But, it reminds me of my mother, the most important person in my life. Am I getting a bit nostalgic here? Ok... That's enough.

Actually, I cannot explain how my country is, and I think I should not try to explain, 'cause I might hurt someone's feeling or you may get a wrong impression about me :). Why don't you take a look at: Virtual Bangladesh.