The first day we were in Bangladesh, we met with a young woman named Dipa, who was a survivor or the Tazreen factory fire that killed 112 of her coworkers last November. Dipa told us about how she started working at Tazreen when she was 16 because she needed to help support her family, and over her next three years, she had risen in the ranks and become an operator. And, though this didn’t come with an increase in pay, she was proud of the title. The day of the fire, the workers had been promised that they could leave at 6 p.m. because they were all fasting for a religious holiday. At 6, they were forced to continue working because they did not hit their daily quotas, and the doors were locked to prevent the workers from going home and eating with their families. By 7:30, the fire had started, and the managers were nowhere to be found. The gates were locked, the stairs were filled with smoke, and the windows had thick metal bars over them — there was no way to escape. Finally, one of the mechanics broke a steel fan that was built into the wall of the factory, and one by one, the workers jumped from the fourth floor. Dipa said that the mechanic had to throw her out because she was so scared, and that was the last thing she remembered until she woke up in the hospital. At this point in the interview, Dipa paused, and in a quiet voice, told us that she miscarried due to the smoke and her fall. Since then, she’s been from hospital to hospital, seeking treatment for a vast array of injuries, but because she’s not making an income, there is no way to pay for the health care.