I'm in the town hall of a strange town, they're electing a new Grand Wizard of a secret society and I'm being allowed to take part, as a guest. We carefully lay out the glass jars and tubing and then all take off our costumes and dance around for a few minutes. Done. I take a walk through the frighteningly muddy and steep allotments, marvelling at the imposing icy mountain across the valley, the top lost in clouds. At the social club people are racing miniaturised students in a tabletop speedway. They ride around the track so fast that it's impossible to see who's winning. I look out the window and wonder how they shrink the students.