Trust Me, I’m An Engineer: Lifting the City Two Metres Above Ground Improves Your Health

You’re in an open concert for music you don’t like. Three hundred people, nothing too big. With nothing pleasant to focus to, you just start feeling all the people cramped around you, almost taste the metallic reek of sweat floating around, maybe step on random dirt by someone’s spilled drink. Now, take that situation, multiply the number of people by a hundred and add a time frame of a couple of centuries, in contrast to the four hours a concert might take. Boom: you’ve landed in Chicago, 1850.  Read More