Thus The Guardian today. “The soap opera of global climate talks has been playing for twenty years,” explains the newspaper. There is more to the byline, but I skip it. And I skip the article, too. In the long-read section, it does not attract me one single bit. But the title is close to my heart, as is the first line of the byline. And I can well imagine how the show will look like when it comes to Paris on Monday. The climate circus, indeed. Starting in 1995, the list of cities where the United Nations climate talks have taken place is no less than formidable: Berlin, Geneva, Kyoto, Buenos Aires, Bonn, The Hague, Bonn, Marrakesh, New Delhi, Milan, Buenos Aires, Montreal, Nairobi, Bali, Poznań, Copenhagen, Cancún, Durban, Doha, Warsaw, Lima, Paris… What is even more amazing, this is far from the end of the mind-boggling list. Marrakesh is already on the list for 2016. Many other cities are on the coveted waiting list, no doubt. Climate talks are due to continue, as it were, indefinitely. But one can already tell what they will ultimately achieve: nothing but entertainment for the precious few. For my sins, I will do everything in my power not to follow the soap opera any longer. Enough is enough.