I was called from the town hall.

The plaintiff painted. I have to meet him. You are in the woods, right? There and then. He will be the first deputy mayor.

I come - the complainant looks like an adequate person. He says I need to plant a tree here. To get to the stop, remove the drill to get home.

I say – no question – what the owner of the city forests will order – I will do. At least tomorrow. The owner of the forest is the city. I work on contract.

Deputy Mayor to the complainant:

What are you looking at me? We do not have a forest roller or loader in the municipality. We do not decide anything.

The applicant (grandfather of the 90s), thinking:

Why are you then at all? Why did they come here.

To consider your complaint.

I was not concerned about the complaint, but the decision.

Sam did not find anything to answer.