Home of solitude, anguish

Last week I went to Razor Hill, Sai Kung in the New Territories to visit a home for mentally challenged adults. Run by the social welfare department of the Hong Kong government, the home nestles on a hill amid sylvan surroundings and lush woodlands.

I went with an organization that visits the home usually every two months for charity work. The organization distributes food and drink and arranges games for the inmates. As our car drove into the courtyard of the home, an elderly inmate came running to us calling out "Uncle, uncle".

As the inmates were taking part in games, I could see the happiness on their faces. It was as if they had been freed from their solitary confinement.