Tales of ordinary freezing.

Yesterday for the first time i felt i was getting really tired of this weather.
Minus 13 degrees in November is really too hard for me and it will still get worse.(-20, -25).
I try to compare it to the 50 degrees in Cairo in Ramadan (sweat + more religious strictness so you have to dress more+ no open shops in the daytime+ no drinks and food in the streets+ pissed off taxi and microbus drivers) or to the khamsin which spreads red dust all over your face, to remind myself that I've have already experienced bad weather conditions and still...I survived.
But -13 + cold wind + snow over you face + slippery floor, that's really too much for me. "We are humans", says S., my Franco-Algerian friend who study Physiology. "We cannot live in this temperature."
I have a massive jacket with feathers padding and fur inside the hood (when i wear it i feel like the vacuum packed ham), boots with wool inside, 3 pairs of socks, 2 pairs of gloves, hat, 2 scarfs, wool all over my body and still when I am outside I feel so cold that i can't speak. I haven't smoked an entire sigarette for three days, cause after two minutes my fingers get frozen and I have to run inside.
So yesterday i got really sad. Or tired. For the first time I experienced how this weather can put you down. All bad thoughts came back. I missed my friends in Cairo. I tried with sigarette, but I was not brave enough. I tried with Lindt chocolate. Nothing, still depressed. I tried with SMS. Too short. I tried with music. I had to choose a neutral music, not linked to any memory. PJ Harvey was definitely not the solution.Tania Saleh neither. The Knife helped a little bit. The pains of being pure at heart forced me to switch off the computer. I went to bed. Khalas. Fuck, if the cheese is kept at 3, 4 degrees, why I should be kept at -13. I woke up at 9 pm, I had a boiling shower, put on a nice dress and I went out again.
If you can't escape from the problem, then just face it.