It was a small compound nestled among the hills of a fir tree wood. The air still had a crispness to it though they were a few miles inland from the sea. The van arrived. More like a truck really. A cab with an immense windowless compartment in the rear. The doors to a broad single-storied building opened. First men and women in white coats appeared. Then followed a staggered procession of a wretched humanity. A subdued gaggle of the mentally ill and the intellectually impaired. The white coats helped them aboard, latches were locked sealing them inside and a low wail among them began. The engine revved taking them down a road. It would be a short while before the driver turned his…