It is burning hot across Croatia. The temperatures are past thirty degrees Celsius in the capital, and they are edging upward. How much longer? Nobody knows, to be sure. The meteorologists are catching up with the changing weather to the best of their ability. The best I can do under the circumstances is hide in my beloved’s apartment. The windows and shutters are closed. Stark naked, I am reclining in one of the armchairs, which I have lined with towels. For additional protection, I have lit a stick of Nag Champa incense. Enveloped by darkness, I am taking a tour of the burning planet. Who says I have never been to India? Cut out his lying tongue!