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 awakening...