Money has never interested me. Or impressed me the slightest bit. I have never craved it, for I have never craved any of the shiny things money can buy. This is how it has always been, and this is how it remains to this very day. My several modest pensions are perfectly fine with me. I do not need any more. I have enough for a decent living, and that is all I really wish. All else would be a burden only.

But I am getting a bit confused today, I must admit. All kinds of thoughts are crowding my mind. All of a sudden, I would like to have much more money at my disposal so as to attack all the crooks around me. All the crooks that rule Istria, for example. I would like to have loads and loads of money so as to hire crowds of lawyers for the cause. As well as private investigators, too. With their help, I could change things so as to make everything better for everyone around me.

Yes, I am a fool. I am a fool to believe that lawyers could ever do anything for me or anyone else. Or that money could make any difference whatsoever. Or to hope for a world that is just like this one, but slightly better on account of my valiant legal effort. This world of ours cannot be fixed by such means, no matter how ably they may be deployed. It cannot be fixed, period. The thoughts that are crowding my mind are thus hardly worth having. They are but distractions from things that truly matter.