The weather is weird. Not only in Zagreb, but also across the rest of Croatia, tropical heats are followed by tropical rains. Day after day. And it is not yet summer. People are getting tired and confused. And so am I, to tell the truth. What time of year is it? Where am I? How much more tiring and confusing will it get? Perhaps the only difference between me and most of the people that surround me in the capital of Croatia is that I have a pretty good hunch as to why the weather is so weird. As well as why it will get ever weirder. Year after year. But many people are still waiting for the proof of climate change. Is there such a thing, after all? Are we to blame for it? Or is the whole thing only an invention of crooked scientists? No matter how weird it gets, the weather is not enough for them by way of proof. Not by itself. For one can never tell a weird drought from a normal one, or a weird flood from a normal one. And few will be counting droughts and floods to compare the numbers with the historical record. The proof will hit them hard, like the proverbial ton of bricks, but then they will interpret it as something entirely different. Indeed, opposite. God’s wrath, for instance.