“The city was white. This whiteness reeked of puritanical coldness and detachment, inaccessible to a hustle life. And trees towered above everything - I saw them when we, gliding along a guidance beam caught far in space, approached the landing field. It was the trees that first made me think that this was the countryside. Perhaps, I said to myself, this is the same little white village that is found in New England, on Earth, comfortably located in a valley, with a cheerfully babbling stream and the autumn flames of maples scattered across the hills...”