I was born in the heart of the Po Valley. I lived here a good part of my life. I know a lot about humidity. Misty, cold wet feeling in the bones in the winter, sticky feeling and mosquitoes in the summer. All this training done at a young age, however, has not prepared me enough to face the Humidity Olympics: living in Asia. For example, when I return home in the evening and the air conditioning has been switched off all day, the wooden floor is soaked in condensation that my feet slips off and I end up with my ass on the floor. The mosquitoes are not too annoying, here are great giant cockroaches that jump out of

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