“Omsk is a nasty little town. There are almost no trees. In summer, it’s scorching hot and the wind blows sand, and in winter, there are blizzards. I haven’t seen any nature. The town is dirty, military, and utterly depraved. I’m talking about the common people. If I hadn’t found people here, I would have completely perished.”
— F.M. Dostoevsky
Where do we end up when we save the world?