Audentes Fortuna Iuvat

Little did I know how much the events of two days ago, when the so-called garden issues arose, would affect my subsequent days. But they did. I spent my nights turning and tossing because my thoughts revolved around finding a peaceful solution that every party concerned would find beneficial.

My brain was working like a steam machine, and my ears were oozing thick fumes like two enormous industrial chimneys. I was bashing my head against the wall until Ági came up with a brilliant idea, which completely changed the course of the events. What seemed impossible to solve became evident.

Once the fog cleared up from my frothing mind, I buckled down to craft a letter. I did some research in the hope of finding clues and evidence as to how the land was divided, used, and maintained and how we’ve shaped customary law for almost a quarter of a century. Audentes Fortuna Iuvat.

Boy, was I elated when I crafted the first draft? Still, despite the first success, last night wasn’t free of awakenings. My mind wouldn’t let this topic go, but it was just as well. The overworked grey matter ensured clarity, making it possible for me, with Ági’s help, to finalise and send the email eventually.

It hit the right chords and contained evidence contradicting their dodgy claims. I tried to use wording and reasoning to corroborate our stance, making fighting it difficult. Hardly two hours passed after posting it, and the response arrived with a positive and supportive answer. Audentes Fortuna Iuvat.

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