The sun rises through the sweat of the earth as players polish their dices in cars, cascading from traffic lights spinning with yes and no. There´s a condition in the air, so crisp and clear, that lays bare on the man selling doughnuts out there. The AC-man, fondling his dices as it measures the free-wheeling beat in shows of how we ought to love.

The first steps is always the best, thinks the AC-man as the sun and the sand gently sets him on his way to the beach; carefully balancing his dices in the air. The view steals his breath, but the wind gives it back; a gift, for free, with a flavour; and he loves it. When the drops of water starts to hit his face; that´s when he sees it; the debris where he uses to sit. And there he sits down for his lunch, cleverly handling the dices with the hand that simultaneously removes the plastic from the sandwich; at the waterfront.

He will give her a call; yes, he will. It had been such a day! Yes, a day like this. He had been sitting right here when the signal came; a mail from his daughter. Balancing the sandwich on his knee, he had opened it up and started to read. The drum rolls of the waves and the uncompromising sun had given him a hard time. But bit by bit, the pieces had started to fall into place.

Apparently, she had given a speech in her environment-class, together with two schoolmates. It was all about a report; something with the air. He tried to remember the title. And suddenly it came to him, "Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC); what does it have to say to us?" Yes, that´s it; that´s the name. She had filled his dices with words, and the way she wrote had finally made a lot of sense. She wrote about global heating, deforesting, flooding and melting glaciers, and the AC-man had been impressed. When he had ascended the sloop up to his car, he was deeply moved, and proud.

Now it was gone, and a flash of anger and sadness went through him as he dried drops of water from his face. He had deleted her speech, unintentionally, under the days following. It was like warmth, love, yes life itself, had dropped out of his dices, evaporating into the air, becoming one with its condition, and leaving him alone with the empty numbers. He decided to call her at once, took a few deep breaths and then made the call. Moving his feet around, trying to get a steady seat on the debris, the AC-man waited for her voice; at the waterfront.

/The last article in the serie was Christian Azars well-written, insightful and hopeful article "Sol och vind är världens framtid." The articles are pubished the 18/3, 22/3, 4/4, 15/4, 23/4, 8/5, 20/5 samt 10/6.

/My two other texts are "Medborgare eller kund?", och "Tillväxtens gränser; och möjligheter,"

/The term "the AC-man" is inspired by the character "everyman" in the medieval miracle-plays, but not used in the same sense and context.

/You can always look for "The Intergovermental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC), on the net. There are lots and lots of infomation there.