It’s the end of May and already the weather has become unbearable. This city made mostly of concrete, bricks, asphalt and so on becomes a real oven during the summer making the living almost impossible.
Finding a tree in Bucharest is almost as hard as finding a parking place, but finding a parking place under a tree is mission impossible. That’s why today when I left from work the thermometer from my car was showing 33.5 degres celsius and the stearing wheel (covered in leather) was literarly on fire, i barely could manage to touch it...
With the bike is no better...yesterday when i got home I was all dehydrated from the sweating. The heat and the gasses emitted by cars in traffic make the environment very hostile. If I don’t die from insolation or dehydration I might day from gas intoxication. But what can we do…someone has to work in this fucking country so that our beloved leaders can fuck it up some more, but I don’t want to talk politics it’s not worth it.
So i don’t even want to imagine how I will survive this summer, all 3 months in this burning city. I get depressed only by thinking of it...but I just have to set my mind on the incredible eurotrip we have organized for September.
Until then I think I’ll do some yoga:)
P.S.: I am oppened to any fun, interesting, but cheap suggetions of spending the time:)
Love u. Take care.
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