I am fortunate enough to be living in a coastal town in these days of a scorching Saharan heat-wave. Not that I’m at the beach, for it is just too crowded for my taste, but because here, unlike Tirana, there’s a gentle breeze flowing from the Adriatic even on the hottest days.
Just when I feel my skin burning and dry, a gentle breeze flirtatiously comes and caresses my sunburned shoulders and neck, only to run away, leaving me wanting more and thus prolonging my sitting out on the front lawn in desperate hope of its return. And I sit here burning ever more.
Oh, and the place gets an extra plus for no humidity. Yay Durres for its climate!
It is 40C today.