Summer… It’s hot. It’s freaky, devilishly hot! It’s so hot and sunny that you almost see flames wrapping you up and a devil mocking at you and your sweaty sufferings. The only thing your half-boiled brain could think about is how lovely it must be at Santa’s snowy village right now. No, I am not somewhere in Northern Africa, I am back in my native Bulgaria for a couple of months.
If you have visited the southern parts of my country you understand the desert heat I am talking about. It’s as hot as hell, day and night (I guess, I would have enjoyed cooler nighttime in Sahara), I am sweltering…
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And I still have to work out a little bit, don’t I? My exhausted body, however, refuses to obey. It is begging me for a long long rest in bed (or maybe an ice bath) as if saying, “How am I supposed to make a move under such merciless conditions?!”