Roman felt a strong aversion to the climate of Sige Town in his first year there.
He never imagined a season could torment him so severely.
Not a breath of wind.
Nothing to be done.
The stifling heat was suffocating.
The land was searing hot to the touch.
Hotter than the hottest summer.
The light twisted in the high temperatures, creating a wavy sensation when looking into the distance.
The newly settled residential area, with its neat rows and the rhythmic pattern of red brick houses, resembled a thoroughly fired brick kiln, with wisps of air undulating above.
The residents there had all fled their brick homes—not that the brick was to blame.
In fact, those thick, sturdy buildings were quite good at insulating and retaining heat—because their previous shanties were far worse.
