The day is superb. It is so sunny and balmy that I am walking around the Croatian capital in short sleeves. Too warm for comfort, my fleece is in my knapsack since the morning. Many people in the street are struggling with all the clothing that turns out to be unnecessary. As I am walking past two construction workers carrying all sorts of tools to their truck, I overhear one of them quip to the other: “It’s as though Easter is coming up rather than Christmas!” Very well put. And in such a way that everyone in these parts understands what is meant. But climate change is still unlikely to come up in an interchange of this sort, and especially among construction workers. Not proven yet. As well as farfetched to boot. Easter and Christmas are an entirely different matter, though. Which is why I kept smiling to myself for a few blocks. Indeed, it is a question of language.