(The Guardian) – The lost boy wails. Tears stream down his face as he looks around, frantic. “I found him by the main road, so I brought him here,” says a middle-aged Rohingya woman who cradles the toddler in her arms and gestures towards a shack made from wood and corrugated iron. A Bengali sign translated in rough English reads: “If you lost your familys any members. Then you can publicity here with out any money.”