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Midsummer. In the beginning, the chip that controls our vital engine has changed. Everything looks a different color. The weather. The heat. Joy. Repose. All the problems, wounds, of our life and that have left a mark on our spirit remain, however. We inhibit ourselves, or we just try. The ?estiu? -summer- is passing by, and the euphoria is losing, we return to daily life with some attempts of depression, many people. Shouldn't we have a more objective concept of existence and adapt our behavior to that concept? Wouldn't we be happier?