The walls of the Inner City are still as majestic as ever.
Although on this wall, now full of grease stains and dirt, one could often spot the traces of repairs with wooden boards and iron sheets, the cast shadows still instilled an innate sense of awe in all those queueing up at the city gate.
Darkness had just faded and dawn was breaking, but a long queue had already formed at the city gate of South City, consisting of workers 'fortunate' enough to have secured jobs in some of the dirtier and more tiring positions within the Inner City.
Due to the disparity in identities and the high cost of living in the Inner City, the majority of these workers enter in the early morning and return at night.
Although the gate itself was wide, the part designated for the passage of these workers was less than half of its width. A much wider road lay adjacent, offering direct access to the Inner City, yet they still had to queue and wind their way around the walls and buildings inside.
