I dreamt that I discovered the garden under my terrace in perfect shape. Its wider section to the south was carefully cultivated, and the narrower section toward the north was covered with grass, which was neatly mowed. The cultivated section was divided into two halves by a tidy path. All sorts of vegetables and some flowers grew in neat rows. There were no weeds anywhere in sight. The stone wall to the west of the garden was cleared from weeds, as well. The garden looked simply stunning from the terrace. I remember thinking that the only person who could have done all this was Nada Tarandek, who takes care of the garden to the south of mine, which is under Istra Toner’s house neighboring mine. She also has a garden under her house neighboring Istra’s. Helped by her three sons, all of whom are rather good at gardening, she would certainly know how to put a garden in perfect shape. When I got up this morning, I immediately went to the terrace, just in case. Of course, my garden was a complete mess still. Overgrown with all kinds of weeds, it looked as though it was never meant for gardening, either.