Would you have ever guessed that in the third millennium from Italy to find cool weather one has to migrate to the Equator?
Surely up to four, five years ago ordinary people would not have bet on it, unlike the experts, environmentalists and catastrophists (who by shooting in the heap well or badly these days always get it).
Africa in the collective imagination is not only the continent of heat, deserts and people walking around half-naked (which then they should be reminded of the Tuaregs and made to wear the skins of Ugandan shepherds) but also that of mosquitoes and tropical diseases. We here, however, unlike Jesolo and Riccione, have never seen the tiger mosquito. Yet we go on safari with them....

As early as last year's long hot summer, Italians had already had warnings of what is now becoming a climatic habit and one that seems destined not only to consolidate, but to increase. In the torrid July (by now the adjective is almost benign, so much so that when I ask from Kenya, they reply "torrid? I wish!"), for which the media can find no worse adjectives than "hellish" (indeed, what could be worse to imagine than eternal fire? Maybe just an accident queue on the autosole at noon?), everyone is talking about the temperatures in Rome, Naples, Florence, and the Italian islands touching 50 degrees.

All this is happening while the baby, who is not Jesus but is that South American (no, not Messi) climate phenomenon called El Niño, in East Africa is bringing distinctly spring-like temperatures and intermittent rains that make nature flourish again after years of extreme drought. What if I told you that in Johannesburg, the past few days have brought one of the largest snowfalls ever seen in South Africa?

An unimpeachable fact is that by now there is no climate stability in Italy and, by now addicted to artificial intelligences, we are forced in winter to create the mildness of the weather by spending millions on heating and in summer we rely on the artificial coolness of conditioned airs, with more expense and a bonus of hell for the planet. By now it is well established that if sub-Saharan Africa were an economically unexploited, organized and sustainably developed place, everyone from the West would migrate here.

I wonder if I wish that on the Kenyans. They are already starting to put up with little from those who come to Malindi and Watamu in the winter to save on their gas bills and believe they are bringing prosperity to the local people...
Back to the weather: the bottom line is that while watching the news sweating in transcontinental and surfing the Internet, from our cool Kenyan refuge we melt away just at the thought of it and (but this happens often, net of undeniable nostalgia and endemic shortcomings) we are glad to have melted away.