About the book: 1955 / The plane turned towards the coast and began to descend. Mountains appeared in the blue space. Then a city appeared between the mountains and the sea, a small town with houses that resembled sugar cubes. Gradually, the pieces became larger, and cars crawled between them, like colored cockroaches, and figures of people, the size of a matchstick, hurriedly moved along the white morning sidewalks. In a few minutes I became one of them...