Antonella Clerici against the summer: “I hate the heat, the stuck clothes and the air conditioning that does not work”. His outburst lights the social networks between memes, criticisms and nostalgia of Colonel Bernacca. But he only said what everyone thinks: today summer is a sentence
I hate summer. By now it is not only the title of a song by Bruno Martino, but a mantra that becomes unstoppable from June to September. Other than “summer, you are like the kisses I have lost”, here the heat is boiling, on the sand we are like beaches whales, at home the air conditioning goes like a Ferrari motor (in fact). In the face of the pollution, he woe to turn off the air conditioner, at the cost of finding the hands cut by the cottage spouse. We are perpetually sweaty. We and the world that surrounds us (it is not worth putting the deodorant without taking a shower first). The “complaints” behind the fan, better the one with the effigy of the Madonna of Lourdes (you have never seen), are custom.
We wave until you dislocate your wrists. When Antonella Clerici also joined the choir, it was instantly elected a guiding spirit of this Mephistophelic season. «I hate summer, the heat, the clothes stuck to the skin, the sweat that whatever you wear look like a tie, the air conditioning that never works as you would like. Terrible season, at least that you are not 20 years old and you are by the sea, “he said. To these holy words, we feel we add that we are also subjected to the atrocious parade of sandals and pedicures of the Italian people. Difficult visions to obliterate.
I hate summer, the heat, the clothes stuck to the skin, the sweat that whatever you wear look like a talker, the air conditioning that never works as you would like it. Terrible season unless you are 20 years old and you are by the sea….
– Antonella Clerici⭐️ (@Antoclerici) June 29, 2025
The social networks despite the peeled armpit they deliver on the keyboard (also Madida): “It was a beautiful season 40 years ago, now it is unlivable,” it is hell “,” once there was summer, now it is a nightmare “,” I dream of winter, the cold, the herbal teas, the cover in front of the TV “,” it sweats as if there was no tomorrow, not to mention the mosquitoes “.
Now woe to the first who will complain when the north wind will drop the hot spirits.
In the meantime, nostalgic photos of Colonel Bernacca re -emerge, which announced the terrible 26 degrees of August. A mirage. Lasagna under an umbrella is also a dream to forget. Or you risk the apopletic blow. The night is a Caienna for those who have to stay in the city. Of course, our beloved presenter will not remain. So he left him teasing it: “Go to work in the factory where the air conditioning never works or to collect the tomatoes in the sun”, “What should those who asphal the streets in the middle of August?”, “She complains about that she can afford three months of holidays”.
But the temperature is absolutely transversal. Of course there would be a solution: away towards the Coolcation, (the term to be used now) that is, the escapes in the cool. It was once the disdained grandparents’ house in Abruzzo, now very ambitious destination. Abruzzo is the new Capalbio. Or for the most international there is Oslo, Iceland, the Lofoten islands to Greenland. However, you can always go to grandparents and post two photos of the fjords. Maybe with a nice cashmere on the shoulders, like those who wore “the Genoese” Gianni Ansaldi in sea flavor.
