Friday, March 16, 2012


The Rose Theater
“Being a dictator is a lonely job. Yes, you have a group of people around who always nod and agree with you, a bit like a chorus in a play. They amplify what you think, what you decide. But you are the master architect,” he thought. One day, out of the blue, he suggested bringing back the caste system. Yes, they said, good idea, because some people didn’t really deserve the high paid jobs, coming from a low class family. He said that it could be interesting to add the geographic element to it. Yes, they said, every person belonging to the same caste would live in the same area; that should organize things in order to avoid conflicts. And they would also bear some visible sign of their caste, an emblem, he continued. Yes, they said enthusiastically, so everyone knows who is who, and people from higher castes don’t have to go through the unpleasant experience of talking to someone from a lower caste. He grinned. His part was done. Being a dictator is tiring too, he needed a tea and a nap.

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