If you sit very quietly in the forest, you can end up in a fairy tale. And a fairy tale is that country which, to put it mildly, we’ve lost. Step past an oak at the fork, and there you are—in 1964; step back—and it’s 2001. In both places, there are their own “charms,” according to the era. And the question arises: what should you change? But it’s not a fact that it will be like in Bradbury— you’ll step on a butterfly, return, and the country will be completely different, and it’s not certain there will be a place for you there. Or should you try to do something, whatever happens?