As dawn falls on the cramped shelters at Balukhali Refugee Camp, the settlers find twice the company they had yesterday. Some with crying babies, some with bullet wounds, some without families, some without hope—they all huddle inside, outside and everywhere. Each dot in this map represents 600 new arrivals, most of whom have walked a long way from Shah Porir Dwip to find refuse, food and dignity at the “northern camps”.