As I type this July is
nearing its end, and August is greeting me wtih open arms. Or rather,
it isn't!
From July on we have
had warm weather - someone may have called it a heatwave - it went
from 25°C in the morning to most of the time over 30°C in the
evening. The topper was 38°C and according to the news it is the
hottest Austrian summer we've had since people chose that the weather
was worth monitoring.
It was wonderful!
Meanwhile, my mother was begging each cloud to become the wildest
thunderstorm we have ever seen.
However, then something
horrible happened! Treachery! Puff, just like that it was gone.
My friend's perfect summer
is one or two times 30°, so she can go to the pool and then it
should settled around 25°c. This - in all honesty - is rubbish. I like
summer, I like summer where 30° is the baseline. I like the rubbish
'oh no, it's clouding over!' jokes I'm able to make.
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"Oh no! It's clouding over!" |
I like sitting in the sun, wondering if I have enough
sunscreen on my nose. I like the cat-ish behaviour of sitting in the
comforting shadow of some trees, reading a book. Then of course, I
also like sitting inside the house, glad that we managed to have it
cool. I like that finally I have a decent explanation on why I carry
a 1l bottle around with me, always. I like when you leave the house a
comforting warmth hugs you. I like that I can wear pretty little
dresses, and feel like an elf princess who's running through the
woods. I like that I can wear shorts and feel like my legs are god's
gift. Because, let's be honest, they are. I like that during the night it
cools down, but not enough to make me consider my sleeping wardrobe.
I like sleeping with an open window, keeping the bedroom and bathroom
windows open so I have a steady stream of cooling air.
What I also like is that
thanks to the heat, people always have those slightly awkward stories
to tell: you step into the train and it was so heavily
air-conditioned that you got a cold. You stepped into the tube,
and within 3 seconds there was a steady waterfall streaming down your
face. You got our of the unconditioned train, and your hair was
tightly sweat into place; now it could function as a headband.
I will admit – in a weak
moment – that a whole month of 35° is too much. However, it is
also too much when it cools down from cheery 38° one day to
suddenly only 15° the next. This is what happened last weekend.
It almost killed me.
On Wednesday I was doing
some shopping. The saddest thing about it was that I had to take an
umbrella with me, I had to use the windscreen wipers on the car, even
worse than that I had to wear three layers of clothes!
It is just unacceptable to
wear three layers of clothes in summer! In fact it is just
unacceptable that I have to think about the number of layers in
summer!
In summer one shouldn't
worry if they should wear a jacket or not. The answer is always
clear: you don't!
One can't write a letter
of complaint to Summer, even though it is failing to do its job.
However, I have found a solution to this problem:
We need to reclaim
Trieste!
Trieste is a small seaport
in – what I call – the armpit of Italy. Some time ago it used to
belong to the Austro-Hungary Empire. It is only logical that we'd go for something that
we used owe. Out of historical reasons it would be better to go for
Trieste than Serbia.
I would like to do this
without bloodshed, as Austria is a neutral country and mustn't start
a war. With the simple proposal to buy it off Italy, there could be a
chance. If every Austrian citizen would pay 1€ into a fond, we'd
have erm 9 million people, that would mean …. 9 million Euros.
That should be enough to
buy it back into the Austrian state. Austria would have a beach
again, we'd could all go there, enjoy some drinks. Buy a boat, do a
boating licence, drive about on the sea, buy a rope so when you fall
off board you don't end up in one of those horror films where
everyone is paddling around the ocean and suddenly sharks appear,
enjoy the weather and …
Sadly, the author of this
blog had to be admitted to hospital with the rare case of Summerous
Lackous. It effects the ability to think sanely due to lack of
summer. She can not be held responsible for any of the afore
mentioned words.
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