The Castle is all Around Us Now

He looked ahead at the ruined castle on the hill and mused that the castle had once provided justice and security for the government and the people:  the lords and the serfs--and the burgeoning middle class that allegedly replaced them.  The large moat around the castle made it difficult for the barbarians or outlaws to get inside and interfere with the orderly society.  But did the walls function to keep the huns out or keep the people inside?  What nefarious business transpired beyond the walls?  Certainly nothing that could be taxed. Gypsies tramps and thieves, you hear it from the people of the town. Sing it Heinrich:

"The aim of measures taken by the State to defend the homogeneity of the German nation must the the physical separation of Gypsydom from the German nation, the prevention of miscegenation, and finally, the regulation of the way of life and pure and part-Gypsies."

But now the barbarians are everywhere, the castle is everywhere.  And the serfs are everywhere.   And the lords?  Hare krishna, krishna krishna, hare hare.

 They know if you've been bad or good so be good for goodness sake!  You better not pout, you better not cry, you better watch out and I'm telling you why.....

Gusts of wind and snow careened through the pines in swirling gusts in great tornado clouds around the arriving aristocracy.

The woman he was with certainly had Gypsy blood in her, for she was darker than the rest of the jews.

"Do you know how many bones they've broken in their life?  The answer is none."

She did not believe him.   "Not even by a remote proxy?  You know, the people that give orders to the people that don't exist in the far away bunkers that control the drones and the metadata?"

"You take the blue pill, its freedom," he said.

She shook her head uncomprehending.

"If you ever chose, you control your life.  You don't have to be their pet."

"I'm not their pet," she replied, resolutely.

He shook his head, "if you ever want escape," he held up the tiny vial, "its here."  He handed it to her and closed her pale hand around the tiny bottle.   In other places, other parts of the world, its different.  Little people still matter.  But here," he smiled sadly, "all we have is our lives."