After the court hearing yesterday morning, my lawyer asked me to collect everything I have ever written about my concerns for sustainable development of Motovun, make three copies of the entire collection, and bring them to the next court hearing. “Everything!” he raised his eyebrows. Apparently, he wants to show that my motivations have been honorable throughout. When I returned home, I quickly printed out everything I could find on my computer—letters, documents, and articles. This is how I organized the collection, as well. That done, I added a title page. The title itself did not require much thought: “Sustainable Development of Motovun.” This morning I picked up the collection and counted the pages. I went slowly, ever so slowly. Stretching from November 2005 to the present, it boasts more than one-hundred and forty pages. And I feel really sorry for myself. How much effort, and how little reward. In fact, my only reward is the triple court case for libel and insult.

Addendum (November 3, 2009)

This morning I had my hefty collection copied and handsomely bound.  And I just delivered one of the copies to the top Croatian institution dealing with organized crime (“My Maternal Grandfather,” November 2, 2009).  My lawyer will be proud of me in a fortnight, I am quite sure.  The ball is now rolling, indeed.  Investigations such as this one tend to take a lot of time, but my reward now strikes me as within palpable reach.