“...The competition has not started yet. Judges with red bands on their sleeves are excitedly arguing about something, fussing, running around with some pieces of paper, waving them, demanding some new pieces of paper from each other. I squeeze forward, find a place on the first bench: a boy of about ten years old gives it to me. He himself perched at my feet, right on the ground. The papers flash for another half hour. Finally, around eight o'clock in the evening, the brass band strikes the carcass. The parade of wrestlers begins. Eighty wrestlers line up around the mat following the judges. ..."