August ends, and mentally, summer ends. And these articles end, thanks to everyone who has kept the author company. Finally, a personal obsession. I'm ready to engage in a dramatic duel to defend this theory: no one knows how to enjoy summer like Italians do. Nowhere will you find as many cultural references to summer as in Italy. All the great singers and artists have devoted their attention to it, making summer the protagonist of songs or films. Although in reality, Italians also have a tourism sector in something of a crisis, with a heated debate about the mania for privatizing beaches and rising prices, summer occupies a central place in the collective imagination across the country. That's why I still hear the song that used to play around the house because my grandmother liked it: Sapore di sale, by Gino Paoli.