Roman Alberto Manguel über Lenins Küsse I associate the summer of my adolescence with Christmas and New Year’s Eve parties. Under a sun that at that time did not cause skin cancer (or so we thought). We celebrated Christmas in the southern hemisphere with slices of cold turkey, Russian salad, cider, panetone and ice cream. My summer reading matched the doubly festive atmosphere: school was out and there were presents under the tree. The history of summer, in both hemispheres, is not very old. While the Romans had summer residences, Chinese emperors had palaces suitable for the sunny season, and until the early twentieth century, only the upper classes divided the year between the town and the country. Although the bourgeoisie began to imitate the aristocracy at the dawn of the Franco-Prussian war, the 1870 edition of the famous French dictionary, Larousse du XIXe siècle still declared

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