Hate me for it but I hate this weather. The air outside hasn't moved in far too long, my flat under the roof can no longer remember having seen the lower side of the 30°C (40°C?) mark, not even at night. Everything has come to a stand-still, everything except the perspiratory glands. I hope they get paid for their overtime. Yes, you can sweat on the back of your hands and on your eye lids. (And it stings a little when the salt meets your eye.) I am quite literally melting away. I can feel my brain atrophy, and no, not in a nice way. More in a knocked-over-the-head-with-a-blunt-object kind of way.
How can anyone do any work in this heat? And I use work in the loosest possible sense, including concepts like getting up for a cool drink of water or, god forbid, walk down to the shops for more ice-cream, juice, cucumbers and watermelons. How do they do it? And how come some people actually enjoy this weather? I just don't get it. The only place I could imagine pleasantly whiling away a day like this is in a canvas chair in the shade of a big tree, my feet in a paddling pool and my hand holding a frozen cappuccino. But, alas, these places are terribly thin on the ground in the city. Instead, plenty of white-hot concrete to stand on at red traffic lights, plenty of un-air-conditioned buildings to have classes in. Plenty of sunshine, sunshine, sunshine.
Since no benign force seems to be beaming me to a breezy northerly shore anytime soon, I think I might spend the next two hours watching the meditative revolutions of the washing machine in the (coolest place I can think of) basement. Or maybe not. Too much trouble to get up.
I think I need more fluids.
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That nice man from the education board must be having a hard time working in this heat as well, or maybe he had a stroke or something, or, more likely, went on holiday. Because he doesn't answer his phone or emails and, no, he didn't manage to set up my new contract in time. As of today I am a nobody, an outlaw, vogelfrei. No work (wouldn't get anything done anyway), no contract, no money, and, a little disconcerting this, no insurance. Woohoo, a walk on the wild side! Hope my tooth won't play up again during the next weeks...
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