This morning I started recapping with a view of the top of a wooden cupboard. It was beautiful wood, an antique for sure—very tall, and at the top, there were some papers, some rolled together. I did not try to look at them or read them; I didn’t think about doing that until just now, but there might be some information in them that could be useful. The room was on the second floor; there was grass outside, and a donkey was eating it. The space was very poorly lit—no electricity for sure. It was rustic but still well made. The owner was well-off and well-educated; it felt like a magistrate of sorts in a local rural area. I took in the whole room; there was other furniture, a well-made desk, and other items.