He calls this the "genius of the race." It is a tough, pagan love of life.
We, on the other hand, are rich in objects but poor in attention. We have climate-controlled rooms, but we rarely feel the wind. Summer in Algiers is a call to strip away the unnecessary. You don't need a vacation budget to find this summer. You just need to step outside and notice . Yes, the existential dread is still there. Camus never pretends the world isn't indifferent. The Algerian sun that gives life can also kill. The sea that offers cool relief can drown you.
But here is the twist:
There is a common misconception about Albert Camus. We tend to paint him in monochrome: the brooding existentialist in a trench coat, chain-smoking in a Parisian café, muttering about the absurdity of life.