Would you ever have thought that in the third millennium, you would have to migrate to the Equator to find cooler temperatures in Italy?
Certainly, until four or five years ago, ordinary people would not have bet on it, unlike experts, environmentalists, and doomsayers (who, by shooting in the dark, always seem to get it right these days).
In the collective imagination, Africa is not only the continent of heat, deserts, and people walking around half-naked (we should remind them about the Tuaregs and make them wear the skins of Ugandan shepherds), but also of mosquitoes and tropical diseases. Here, however, unlike Jesolo and Riccione, we have never seen a tiger mosquito. And yet we go on safaris...

Already during last year's long hot summer, Italians had glimpses of what is now becoming a climatic norm and seems destined not only to consolidate but to increase. In the torrid July (the adjective is now almost benevolent, so much so that when I ask about Kenya, they reply, "Torrid? Maybe!‘), when the media can no longer find adjectives worse than 'hellish’ (indeed, what could be worse than eternal fire? Perhaps only a traffic jam on the Autostrada at midday?), everyone is talking about temperatures in Rome, Naples, Florence, and the Italian islands reaching 50 degrees Celsius.

All this is happening while the child, who is not Jesus but that South American climatic phenomenon (no, not Messi) called El Niño, has brought decidedly spring-like temperatures and intermittent rains to East Africa in recent years, causing nature to flourish again after years of extreme drought. This year, however, the rainy season has been milder, more spread out, and has left less humidity and pleasant air on the coast, while in Nairobi and the surrounding area it is almost cold.

It is an indisputable fact that climate stability no longer exists in Italy and, now addicted to artificial intelligence, we are forced to create mild weather in winter by spending millions on heating and in summer we rely on artificial cooling from air conditioning, with further expense and a bonus of hell for the planet. It is now well established that if sub-Saharan Africa were an economically unexploited, organized, and sustainably developed place, everyone in the West would migrate there.

I wonder if we should wish that on the Kenyans. They are already beginning to resent those who come to Malindi and Watamu in winter to save on their gas bills and think they are bringing prosperity to the local population...
Let's get back to the climate: the moral of the story is that watching the news sweating in transcontinental flights and surfing the internet from our cool Kenyan refuge, we melt just thinking about it and (but this happens often, despite the undeniable nostalgia and endemic shortcomings) we are happy to have melted away.