—translated text follows—
[blacked-out bits represented with XXX]

Buenos Aires, April 19th

My dear XXX,

I have just finished reading your report on the first stage of project Nibelungen and feel urged to congratulate you on a job excellently done. Sixteen tons! Almost half a billion dollars [500 millions]. XXX reports that the goods have already been rerouted and separated, and are now on their way to the various destination where they will be most beneficial for our purposes. Predominantly in XXX XXX and XXX, where – according to our sources – XXX will be well-disposed towards us, if XXX can be removed without XXX creating any fuss. According to him, this will be the last step necessary to destabilise the entire region for the next decade.

I had a good laugh over your description of how you transported the XXX through England. Such a shambles at the airport! You must have done more damage than the [German?] airforce. For the last stage of Nibelungen, we will of course need to find a different itinerary and a different system. In its entirety, the whole situation is now more complicated, and if your guess is correct, then the authorities will have a hunch that something is going on, and we cannot fall back upon our contacts in Britain. XXX has asked me to come to Europe to take matters into my own hands. On the other side I am certain that our numpties in London will minimize the risk. I am also authorized to let you know that Wheat [proper name] is in the area.

And while we are at that, I went to the hospital last week to see XXX. A very sad affair. He is more and more hell-bent on [sic; poss. intended "obsessed with"] Violette Summer and “her legacy”, as he calls it, insisting that it might destroy us all. His room is littered with scraps of paper full of letters and digits, hoping to decipher here last messages. I explained to him that all danger from Violette Summer has ceased 65 years ago: that my father saw her die, but he just doesn’t let himself be reassured. I worry that XXX might pass away one day with his mind still in disorder. What a shame it would be. All of us have followed this dream for such a long time, and nobody has done more for it than he. Now that everything is so close, he will not get to see it once [sic] it has come true.

Give my regards to Lili and little Adolf. I shall see you all when my plane has landed.

XXX
—end of translation—

On the other hand, the community-building, heavlily motivating part of ARGs still makes them hella attractive, as Jane McGonigal mentioned a while back.

There’s plenty of meat here to hack through.

I’ll buy you lunch. Let’s talk.