It’s not supposed to be hot in Switzerland. Which is one of the reasons that there are no air conditioners in the country. Not in homes, not in offices. And if they do exist in offices, there is a law that buildings can not be cooled beyond five degrees of the outside temperature, some environmental and energy-saving thing. Which works if it’s not hot outside.
But it is, and has been. For a week now. Ninety-three degrees. We drip everywhere. As soon as we get out of the shower and dry, drip drip drip. Walking to the un-air-conditioned tram, drip drip drip drip drip. Standing in the sweat box of our apartment with the fan feebly moving around the hot air, drip drip drip.
But when things seemed to get hotter with the sun blasting down as I stood waiting outside the school for Jack and Adam, a friend told me she considered this OK, as last year they had a several-week heat wave in Basel with temperatures up into the 100s. And, here’s the kicker, she was 9 months pregnant. And lived in an attic apartment. With no air conditioning. And two toddlers. And finally ready to give birth, there was no air conditioning in the hospital.
So, maybe not so bad after all.