By Dina-Perla Portnaar
My phone almost exploded recently because of all those alarming weather reports in the Dutch media. Notifications screamed about a so-called Code Red, an impending apocalypse measured in degrees Celsius. I looked up from the screen. The Cypriot sky was a hard, brilliant blue, and the sun was asserting its existence with the brute force of a fundamental law.
In the Netherlands, people have a love affair
