At the end of August and the beginning of September, the wind blowing in from the sea already carried a hint of coolness.
The few "summers" they had left were about to pass. Of course, summer would continue inside the shelter, but to see a summer as natural as this one, they would have to wait several million years.
A man in his forties stood by the window, looking at the crowds packed together on the distant beach.
In truth, although the temperature here was above zero, it was still a long way from a summer in the true sense of the word.
Seven or eight degrees was the hottest it got during the day, while the coldest times could fall below minus ten.
The huge temperature difference left many people still struggling to adapt.
Soon, Witness Mr. A withdrew his gaze from the scantily dressed girls shivering from the cold.
He poured himself a glass of wine, basked in the sun, and watched the people by the sea—watched them try to hold on to summer, only to be left with a handful of sand.
Testifying in court for the Wealth Bank monopoly case was no simple matter. He had once been a senior executive at one of the Big Five Banks and owned a small number of the bank's shares.
He could be said to represent the quintessential successful member of the federal Middle Class: a respectable, well-paid job, a Senior Partner at a company, or one of the company's shareholders.
He had a certain social standing and considerable influence within his community. During elections, he would receive invitations to attend local party activities.
This was the goal coveted by nearly ninety percent of federal citizens: living in a mansion, traveling in luxury cars, and greeting the neighbors with