Twilight, then the morning gloom slowly burns off. The sunshine reveals a vacant building some see as a monument to hubris, greed, and poor judgement.
Walking closer, the windows are festooned with posters, names, and slogans.
Three people are seated at a table smugly and amiably chatting with supporters, as they go in and out of a government building.
Those from a different caste or party, are chased away by the Landlord. All are ignorant of the potent symbolism.
Oppression? Governance? Have and have-nots? India 1946? Russia 1986?
No, RSF 2016.