A very cute, mind-tickling short tale about a place called “Goliijo”. References to Mandelbrot's paper on British coastline and the Koch curve lead the reader to a description of Goliijo, which is literally a self-similar fractal down to the last detail (“Every detail of Goliijo is an inscription of its own layout…[…] there is no need for maps because the city itself is a map”). The inhabitants don't see anything strange, though “there is no such thing as lost, no such concept.[…] Everywhere is home. Every child is one's own”. And for travelers? Well, “If a traveler stays long enough, he too will become inscribed into its landscape; he will be absorbed into its history, its future. “lostness” itself will be lost”.