Monday, March 20, 2017

Street Sleepers

It seems more and more people are sleeping on the streets of Hong Kong. Many of them are building more durables abodes, such as those under the flyovers in Shumshuipo.  Some, if not all, have been served eviction notices.  But it seems some are staying put. 


There are some, though apparently fewer, under the flyovers in Yaumatei.  Right next to the police station.  


Some are relatively sheltered in the tunnels. 


Many are just sleeping on the sidewalks, surrounded by their meagre possessions.   


Some are even more basic. 


Even among street sleepers, there appears to be a hierarchy.  I remember an incident several years ago involving an esteemed professor, when our university started to make service-learning a required subject.   He argued that service-learning is not needed in Hong Kong because we do not have as much need as the USA, where there is severe poverty in the inner cities.  I challenged him to walk over to Yaumatei to see for himself to see some of the people in need.  He did not take up my challenge.  I so wish he could see it for himself.  





Sunday, March 19, 2017

StoneCutter Island

Yesterday morning I was out for a run from Hung Hom to Tsien Wan.  At the junction of Sham Mong Road (深旺道) and Hing Wah Street West (興華街西) I found a pedestrian ramp leading south west along Hing Way Street West.  That was generally in the direction of StoneCutter Island and the container terminals.  I was intrigued and decided to explore.  I figured that I might come upon some dead-end and have to turn back.  I would still be able to run a satisfactory distance and learn something.  That started my half-day tour of StoneCutter Island.  


Soon I came to the waterfront where I could see StoneCutter Island.  It used to be a real island where there were barracks of the British Army in the Colonial Days.  Now it is connected to Kowloon because huge areas of the waters between the island had been reclaimed.  The barracks are still there but they are now occupied by the People’s Liberation Army.  


Entering the island from the north-east, I came upon the Government Dockyards.  Here is a water-selling station.  I suppose this is where the ocean-going ships buy their drinking water?


The smell of rotting garbage started getting rather unpleasant although not yet overwhelming.  


Surely enough, I soon found the entrance where garbage trucks continuously file in and out of the loading area.  Where is the garbage being taken?  To the landfills, perhaps?  


Soon I came upon the boundary between the government dockyard and the (eastern part of the) military compound.  

I ran around the outside of the barracks, and arrived at the main entrance on other (western) side of the barracks.  I couldn’t get in, of course. 


Beyond the barracks is the beginning of the the container terminals.  Here huge trucks drop off their cargo, to be loaded onto the barges.  


This is also the eastern end of the StoneCutter Island.  There appears to be no way to get on the bridge.  So I tried to run underneath it, to see how far I could go before being stopped by the water.  


While I concentrated on finding my way, I almost stepped on a dog!  It sprung up and barked fiercely.  Fortunately it was chained.  I don’t blame it for being upset.  It was completely my fault for running into its territory.  

So I turned back, giving up running under the bridge.  Instead I tried to run along the container terminals, despite the exhaust from the heavy trucks, the dangerous traffic, and the thick dust on the pavement.  


At one point, I spotted customs officers checking on some cargo containers. 


Eventually, however, I decided that it was too hazardous and returned to my normal route, ran past the hospitals on the hills, and arrived safely in Tsuen Wan. 




Friday, March 17, 2017

Mount Etna

Towards the end of January, my wife and I saw Mount Etna from Taormina on the East coast of Sicily.  


When we went out early in the morning, the sun should have risen, but it was cloudy.  It was quiet everywhere  There were very few people in the streets, and small cafes were just starting up to serve breakfast.  Mount Etna laid quietly behind the clouds in the distance to the west of where we were.  It looked mysterious and slightly gloomy. 


Little did we know that it would erupt again so soon after we left. It would have been quite exciting had it happened while we were there.  It is a reminder of how predictable a volcano can be.  




Thursday, March 16, 2017

Bonhoeffer the prophet?

At our Book Club, my wife has been leading a study on “The Cost of Discipleship” by Dietrich Bonhoeffer.  He was a German pastor and theologian.  He was arrested in 1943 for publicly criticising Nazi dictatorship. He was executed during the last days of Hitler.  


He criticised the then German church of making God’s Grace cheap.  Grace is free.  But Grace is also costly.  Grace cost God His Son.  When we are called by Jesus, we are called to give up our lives, just as Jesus died for our sins.  In the Cost of Discipleship he said, “When Christ calls a man, he bids him come and die.” Hence Grace is also costly for us.  Yet many in the then Church presented Grace as something people can simply receive without having to make any changes in their lives.  

He criticised Hitler’s persecution of the Jews.  In 1933, the German church decided to remove officials of Jewish descent from their posts.  He once said, “Silence in the face of evil is itself evil: God will not hold us guiltless. Not to speak is to speak. Not to act is to act.”  

In my mind Bonhoeffer is like the prophets in the Old Testament who spoke against the evil committed by the kings and high priests - the rich and powerful.  The prophets criticised not only idol worship - the spiritual sins, but also the oppression and exploitation of the poor, widows and orphans - the social injustice.  Bonhoeffer, like the prophets, knew that he was taking great risks, even at the cost of his life, in speaking out.  But just like the prophets, he was compelled to stand up for truth and justice.  

Today, many church leaders again preach against taking a stand against social injustice, saying that the church should be concerned about spiritual matters only.  Why, then, does God speak so much against injustice, against the exploitation of the poor, the weak, the widows and the orphans through the prophets and the Bible?






Sunday, March 12, 2017

Red Cotton Tree (木棉) Flower

Out running today, I was suddenly aware that the red cotton trees are in full bloom.  The distinctive big red flowers are everywhere, even miraculously on a wire fence (I know who placed them there :-) ).  


The blooming of the red cotton tree is a sign that spring is here. Spring is a time of hope, of warmer, better days to come.  Can we look forward to a more hopeful time for Hong Kong?  That reminded me of a poem that stuck in my mind more than 40 years ago, when I was still in secondary school.


Do our young people inspire more hope than those who are in power? 




Friday, March 10, 2017

Azure Window, Malta

In January, my wife and I went to see the Azure (Blue) Window on Gozo Island in Malta.  It was a beautiful natural arch formed by years and years of erosion on the limestone.  I used “was” because a couple of days ago the arch collapsed and totally disappeared.  


When we were there I climbed partly up the rocks to get closer to the arch but did not walk across.  Many people did.   Later I heard that visitors had been prohibited from climbing on the arch.  But I have also seen a video in which a man jumped off the arch into the sea below.  As he jumped, some pretty big pieces of rocks came loose and felled - a clear demonstration of what people can do to damage the arch.  

It has been said that erosion would cause the arch to collapse at some point anyway.  But I would have felt quite bad if I had contributed to the collapse.  

I don’t know whether to feel good, or bad, to have seen the arch which is no more. 






Tuesday, March 07, 2017

“Chorus" in Kowloon Park

My wife and I went to Kowloon Park on Sunday afternoon to see/listen to the sound installation “Chorus”.   It is an exhibition, a part of the Hong Kong Arts Festival.  It is an unusual exhibition, and the organisers should be applauded.   Loudspeakers at both ends of rotating arms emit different sounds and the rotations vary the sound in a rhythmic way.  


I tried to walk around and through the 13 tripods.  I tried standing up and sitting down.  I tried closing my eyes and simply listen.  Unfortunately, I didn’t find the experience particularly pleasurable or soothing. 


There were a number of unfavourable factors.  It was in broad daylight, so light effects would not be effective.  There were also many people around.  In particularly, a group of young people were exercising nearby, generating a lot of noise.  I tried to ignore all the distraction, but it didn’t seem to help much.  There were some helpers around, but they did not seem to know much about the exhibition and were not of much help.  

Nevertheless, it was an interesting experience.