Poor old Ovid

Innumerable tribes round about threaten fierce war, and think it's a disgrace to exist without pillage. Nowhere's safe outside: the hill itself's defended by fragile walls, and the ingenuity of its siting. We're scarcely protected by the fortress's shelter: and even the barbarous crowd inside, mixed with Greeks, inspires fear, for the barbarians live amongst us, without discrimination, and also occupy more than half the houses.

Exiled to a place on the Black Sea, y’see. But here on the Med, the sun shone all day, and mid afternoon we enjoyed a little sushi. I even had to cool down with a dip in the pool. And then back to immersing myself in the lands of the Kyivan Rus’