I dreamt that I flew into an international airport famous for the sensitivity of its design to the environment. Just completed, it was in a warm and dry country not far from the equator. To my delight, there was hardly anything to see there, though. All I remember are long whitewashed walls made of blocks of some kind. Considerably taller than the passengers, the featureless walls provided ample shade. Only a few places in the airport were covered with a straightforward thatched roof. There were no multiple floors anywhere. Everything was exceedingly simple and unassuming. To my surprise, I overheard many other passengers delighting in the design, as well. They were noticing the same features that I found very much to my liking. Just like me, everyone was thrilled by the complete absence of architecture. When I woke up, I tried to envisage the airport as a whole, but I could not. All I can still recall are long and tall whitewashed walls without any features.