Seven months ago.
"You have to help us stop the development of the wetland! Four thousand eight hundred people signed the petition, but they ignored it as if it didn't exist. The mayor even said the situation would change, bullshit! They're almost draining half of the wetland now, saying they want to build an industrial park there!" The elderly man was indignant.
"Professor Elvan, you're an expert in animal conservation; there must be a way to preserve the wetland, right? I haven't seen any geese nesting here for almost two or three years." The old man called out to Elvan twice but found no response from him.
Elvan was staring at the corner at some feces, lost in thought; he remembered his son's complaints.
"Last night there was a hamster running around in my room, so loud I couldn't sleep."
"Hamster, hamster, yes!"
"Do you have a plan?" The old man's face lit up with excitement.