This summer in Europe has made me question if I was really once a child who was born and raised in the tropics. Some days it feels as if there is no air left to breathe. This level of humidity feels violent, as if its main aim is to ensure you feel its wrath. The continuous sweating feels as if your body is permanently drenched in tears. The uncomfortableness allows irritability to consume you quicker, making you snap easily at the slightest inconvenience. Sure one can turn on the air conditioning or fan (those who are privileged to have access that is) but these only work indoors.