ngo53 i24 qien11 cu11 hai55 tun1 mun11 da33 hen55 cun55。
I used to live in Tai Hing Estate in Tuen Mun.
gau24 sut5 nen11 dai33 ge33 sii33 heu33 dai33 hen55 cun55 he11 hiong55 gong33 ho33 cut2 mai33， ia55 ue33 go55 cut2 zoi33 go55 git2 go33 nam11 go33 un24 ge33 i24 yie33 ko33 mo55
In the Nineties, Tai Hing was really famous in Hong Kong because a pervert murderer called Lam Kwo-wan was from there
He committed many crimes in Tai Hing Estate and killed a few people.
Since then, Tai Hing Estate has become a sin city in many people’s mind.
But this was in the Nineties, after year 2000, the place became very peaceful.
Over there, the aging population is a great problem. Each floor holds about 20 families.
But, really, only 10 of those homes are occupied, and a majority are the elderly.
So, at that time, on my block it was rare to have three families with children.
Probably for that reason, the elderly liked us a lot.
They always brought some snacks and food to us, and treated us well.
When Mom and Dad went out to work, they would come over and help look after us.
I remember the granny who lived next door, we would always call her ”Kind Granny” because she was very kind.
She would always come over and help preparing meals, teach us how to dress and wash.
[She] would help us do chores and tell our parents if we were
bullied, what we had done, and so on. I am really grateful for her care.
I remember a family who lived next to us, inside was ...
... a woman who lived there and her son who was in his twenties. I don’t know what he did [as his job].
But there were a lot of comics in his home, many old Hong Kong comic books and some might have been pornographic comics.
He had some really famous old Japanese ones, like, um, ”Three Kingdoms”, and stuff.
”Poh Loh Soh [sic, recte BASARA]”, I don’t know. He would give a lot of them to us, the good ones at least.
As for his mother, everyone on the street calls her Auntie Cat, because she owned a cat.
That cat, heck, it was very naughty. [It] would always sneak in and play inside other people’s homes.
Because, at that time, it was peaceful, everyone was that poor.
So every day we’d keep the doors open, the steel door, that cat would go through.
And it always hid inside others’ homes, and with its paws, on the sofas,
it did something like stepping, making holes on other’s sofa.
The sofa at my home was one of the victims. But ...
before I had moved out, they had already left. I don’t know how they are now, but I have moved out of there for almost six years.
I hope one day when I go back I can still see them.