Forno

On Friday afternoon as I took the tram home from a workshop I facilitated at an event space a woman entered the already full carriage and scouted in Italian at the top of her lungs "God, it's like an OVEN in here! What's up with the imbecile driver that he's not turning on the AC?" Not the most polite approach, but, yes, she definitely had a point and it did feel like in a forno. In fact, the outside (and in this case: inside) temperatures were more reminiscent of India (where I have been) or Pakistan (where I know it was recently super hot) than Central Europe. Returning to the office feels way more attractive when you have the prospect of a room temperature that allows you to be productive.