Caste

And finally the fourth category, the most breathtaking, erected far above the other three, was designed to reflect a classical beauty tinged with a perfect mastery of a baroque reflection where innumerable crowns of different forms were installed on the railings, the marble aisle was itself lined with white gold wire. These streets of fabulous lights enthroned with majesty above all the others, were with a limpid evidence, intended for all the members of the sovereignty. That such a demonstration of hierarchy could exist, left me speechless at first, but in the end I wasn't really surprised. I was not so hypocritical as to pretend to ignore the fact that people, the majority of them anyway, loved this existence and manifestation of caste, but everyone reacted to it in their own way. Guilt, jealousy, regret, contempt,... these heavy and fragile emotions were jostling in the minds, which were incessantly torn between refusal and acceptance.