We have plenty of historical versions to look at where master illusionists and mesmerists of some stripe or other hold whole populations in their thrall for no apparent reason. Yet, one thing remains the same either through fear or a cult-like adoration, the general population on the whole cannot imagine leaving. It is not a story they permit themselves to tell. When they dream, they do not see a way to the other side of it.

All sorts of machinations, secret police, economic corruption, etc., and it piles on to the mind such that they cannot imagine what life would even be like on the other side of the wall, how to get across it with the ones they love safely.

Tribe is only a story, after all, that is shared together. Country is a story we tell each other. Home is a dream and a place at once.