M reads my mind, ‘Better not,’ he says. So I don’t. But being under the determined eyes of the guard gives me a slight taste of what being under surveillance might be like. It’s funny I don’t get that feeling with a surveillance system using cameras, as in Austria or, more extensively, in Britain. It has been estimated that a person spending the day in central London is seen by more than 800 different inquisitive cameras…

After we’ve had something to eat we visit an EVN facility for vehicle repairs. Except for the watchman, the employees are all out in the field. He gives us directions as to how we can get to our next stop, a natural rock formation called the Stone Wedding near the village of Zimzelen, which sounds so much like a magic spell in itself I’m predisposed to believe anything L reads me from her guide book.