“In a few short years,” says one, “we’re sure to have the upper hand here.” Everyone nods. “We’ll finally have our own rights,” jumps in another. “In the meanwhile,” says the third, “we’ll get ourselves organized.” Everyone nods again. “They know this perfectly well,” yet another looks around, “and that is why they are doing all this to us at this particular time.” “But,” says one, “we must not forget that quite a number of them are actually on our side.” “Yes,” jumps in another, “they are dead quiet because they, too, are being repressed.” “And for who knows how long…,” sighs the third. Everyone nods in silence for a long time. “In fact,” says yet another, “there’s just a few of them on top who are responsible for all this.” And so on, ever since they have clambered down their trees and stumbled across the savannah.