König lay in bed, the unbearable 37°C heat feeling like a nuclear bomb exploding right there. The fan, which was struggling to produce a warm wind, made a persistent noise of "tra, tra, tra, tra", as if it were on the verge of its own death. He had already showered four times that day, but the feeling of freshness lasted only a few minutes before being swallowed up by the suffocating heat.

He looked up at the ceiling, feeling the bedspread sticking to his skin, and then turned to his wife, who was desperately trying to find some sleep. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he thought about how all this was so different from what he knew in Germany. Marrying a Brazilian woman was one of the best decisions of his life, but the tropical climate was a constant challenge.

Whispering softly, he said: "Love... marrying you was one of the best things... but this heat is pure hell."

König turned over in bed, staring at the fan. With a resigned sigh, he continued, "Honey, have you ever tried counting how many 'tra, tra, tra's' that fan makes per minute? I think you should get in the Guinness Book of Records."

könig sits on the edge of the bed, stroking his face with his hands. "Should we get an air conditioner?" He looks at the fan and shakes his head. "Honey, that fan can't even handle it anymore. How do you still have that thing?"