En los países cálidos, ¡allí sí que calienta el sol! La gente llega a parecer de caoba; tanto, que en los países tórridos se convierten en negros. Y precisamente a los países cálidos fue adonde marchó un sabio de los países fríos, creyendo que en ellos podía vagabundear, como hacía en su tierra, aunque pronto se acostumbró a lo contrario. ÉI y toda la gente sensata debían quedarse puertas adentro. Celosías y puertas se mantenían cerradas el día entero; parecía como si toda la casa durmiese o que no hubiera nadie en ella. Además, la callejuela con altas casas donde vivía estaba construida de tal forma que el sol no se movía de ella de la mañana a la noche; era, en realidad, algo inaguantable. Al sabio de los países fríos, que era joven e inteligente, le pareció que vivía en un horno candente, y le afectó tanto, que empezó a adelgazar. Incluso su sombra menguó y se hizo más pequeña que en su país; el sol también la debilitaba. Tanto uno como otra no comenzaban a vivir hasta la noche, cuando el sol se había puesto. Era digno de verse. En cuanto entraba luz en el cuarto, la sombra se estiraba por toda la pared, incluso hasta el techo, tenía que hacerlo para recuperar su fuerza. El sabio salía al balcón, para desperezarse, y tan pronto como las estrellas asomaban en el claro y hermoso firmamento, era para él como volver a vivir. A esta hora, la gente comenzaba a aparecer en todos los balcones de la calle, ya que, en los paises cálidos cada ventana tiene su balcón, en el que pueden respirar el fresco aire de la tarde, lo cual es muy necesario, incluso para aquellos que están acostumbrados al calor que les hace tener el color de la caoba; había gran animación, arriba y abajo. Los zapateros, los sastres, todo el mundo estaba en la calle, fuera estaban las mesas y las sillas, y brillaban las luces -sí, más de mil había encendidas-. Uno hablaba y otro cantaba, y la gente paseaba y rodaban los coches, los asnos pasaban -¡tilín, tilín, tilín!- sonando los cascabeles. Había entierros y cantos fúnebres, los chicos disparaban cohetes y las campanas daban vueltas -sí, había una vida tremenda en la calle-. Sólo la casa frente a la del sabio extranjero estaba en silencio completo. Y, sin embargo, alguien vivía en ella, porque había flores en el balcón que crecían espléndidamente al calor del sol, para lo que necesitaban ser regadas -luego alguien debía vivir allí-. La puerta del balcón aparecía también abierta por la tarde, pero el interior estaba en sombra, por lo menos en la habitación delantera. De dentro llegaba sonido de música. Al sabio extranjero le pareció extraordinaria la música, pero bien podía ser pura imaginación suya, porque todo lo encontraba extraordinario en los países cálidos -excepto lo referente al sol-. Su casero dijo que no sabía quién había alquilado la casa, no se veía a nadie y en cuanto a la música se refería, creía que era horriblemente aburrida.
In very hot climates, where the heat of the sun has great power, people are usually as brown as mahogany; and in the hottest countries they are negroes, with black skins. A learned man once travelled into one of these warm climates, from the cold regions of the north, and thought he would roam about as he did at home; but he soon had to change his opinion. He found that, like all sensible people, he must remain in the house during the whole day, with every window and door closed, so that it looked as if all in the house were asleep or absent. The houses of the narrow street in which he lived were so lofty that the sun shone upon them from morning till evening, and it became quite unbearable. This learned man from the cold regions was young as well as clever; but it seemed to him as if he were sitting in an oven, and he became quite exhausted and weak, and grew so thin that his shadow shrivelled up, and became much smaller than it had been at home. The sun took away even what was left of it, and he saw nothing of it till the evening, after sunset. It was really a pleasure, as soon as the lights were brought into the room, to see the shadow stretch itself against the wall, even to the ceiling, so tall was it; and it really wanted a good stretch to recover its strength. The learned man would sometimes go out into the balcony to stretch himself also; and as soon as the stars came forth in the clear, beautiful sky, he felt revived. People at this hour began to make their appearance in all the balconies in the street; for in warm climates every window has a balcony, in which they can breathe the fresh evening air, which is very necessary, even to those who are used to a heat that makes them as brown as mahogany; so that the street presented a very lively appearance. Here were shoemakers, and tailors, and all sorts of people sitting. In the street beneath, they brought out tables and chairs, lighted candles by hundreds, talked and sang, and were very merry. There were people walking, carriages driving, and mules trotting along, with their bells on the harness, "tingle, tingle, as they went. Then the dead were carried to the grave with the sound of solemn music, and the tolling of the church bells. It was indeed a scene of varied life in the street. One house only, which was just opposite to the one in which the foreign learned man lived, formed a contrast to all this, for it was quite still; and yet somebody dwelt there, for flowers stood in the balcony, blooming beautifully in the hot sun; and this could not have been unless they had been watered carefully. Therefore some one must be in the house to do this. The doors leading to the balcony were half opened in the evening; and although in the front room all was dark, music could be heard from the interior of the house. The foreign learned man considered this music very delightful; but perhaps he fancied it; for everything in these warm countries pleased him, excepting the heat of the sun. The foreign landlord said he did not know who had taken the opposite house—nobody was to be seen there; and as to the music, he thought it seemed very tedious, to him most uncommonly so.