"The roofed enclosure was the size of two 40-foot steel cargo containers patched together with galvanised iron sheets and wood. The wooden door was locked with an iron chain. Emblazoned on the door were the words, “No one will get addicted because of me,” written in white on a red background. Whatever that means. Inside the building was just a huge open space with a concrete floor where there were dozens of people. Some were sleeping on worn-out beds, while others were just staring at the ceiling, unmindful of the pair of prying eyes staring at them inquisitively. Still others sat on their beds, or on the floor, lost in their own thoughts, indifferent to the misery around them. Moving closer to the gaunt, dishevelled men lying on their beds, one couldn’t help but notice the chains around their ankles..."