But the thing I wonder is this: all the concertina wire, the concrete barriers, the literal gap between the haves and the have nots meant to keep us out, or them in?

When it’s safe enough to sneak carefully along the ramparts of the wall—and peer over it into that glittering oasis of cleanliness (godliness?) I wonder what the people who live in that world see from their 300 m skyrise? Filth? Vermin? So many roaches to be kept in their filthy little motel?

Or do - impossibly - we retain some kind of human kinship? I doubt if the shoe were on the other foot we would be so charitable to the underclass either.