A fine white ash settles over everything. I go out onto the lookout tower. The sky is dark gray and filled with huge clouds. The view of the dark and cratered landscape is strangely beautiful. While nailing on slats for walls, my Swiss Army knife drops out of my pocket and the large blade breaks.
Beggars appear and are escorted out of the filming area by guards.
In the small dance area between the seats and the stage are a few dancers. The toy consists of a large, brightly colored spring-like device about a foot in diameter on which one stands. By twisting your body, you can raise and lower yourself through some magic of dream-physics. With prestigious balance, you can then control your horizontal position and, in a fashion, dance. As you get better you can, I demonstrate, bounce from point to point like a pogo stick and even perform flips.