Tra the many undeserved atrocities that many feel an almost orgiastic pleasure to say in Russia, there is one in particular that today would seem almost to confirm: the country of sharp contrasts and exaggerations.
For the first time since the weather reporting (for instance, when this was abolished serfdom in Italy was united and the country), this year we broke all temperature records: the highest temperature of ' summer, July, August, every single day and above all absolute. Many times, despite the very different latitude than Italian, we have exceeded 40 degrees, effortlessly surpassing any temperature italiana dell’estate 2010. Per una settimana (ma in Italia ancora ne parlano come se si trattasse di anni), a questo si è aggiunto un acre fumo di torba, che rendeva l’aria irrespirabile e la visione spettrale simile ad un panorama della bassa padana.
Ebbene, ancora mercoledì 18 agosto, in campagna, ero seminudo in veranda all’ombra, sorseggiando birra ghiacciata ed imprecando contro i cambiamenti climatici, grondando con 34 gradi all’ombra, ed oggi, venerdì 20 agosto, sono col maglione fatto da mia nonna buonanima più di un quarto di secolo fa, a 13 gradi, degustando vodka, nella vana speranza di smettere di tremare. Insomma, un’escursione di venti gradi in meno di 48 ore.
day after tomorrow we return urgently to Moscow, while just 40 km to the east: the contrasts do not do anything good to my wife, that in less than a month will give birth to the second infant bernardinifero. The summer (here) is over climatically and professionally to return to normal. Hopefully.
Every year, I sipped dozens of Italians who complain about the cold in Russia. This year, as good as I am proud to be stinking, remember what they have complained about the summer heat ...
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