Shanghai seemed to be the perfect city. We were lovers, me and Shanghai, ever since I arrived. Until now. The Shanghai summer heat is unbearable — It’s hotter than hell and sweatier and stickier than the armpit of a fat whore. Yeah, I know, I’m Mexican and I should be used to warm weather and bla bla bla. Like Mexicans were immune to heat. That is not true. This Mexican hates heat. I remember the… Read more »