Tense coexistence turned into shared routine, one pool for two nations. Heaven forbid new refugees should arrive. Now the old refugees would surely come out with foaming rage against them.
The notice had been on the wall for a long time − the swimming pool will close for three weeks, for renovation. The showers are run down, the toilets aren’t working properly and must be repaired. But it wasn’t the end of the world. The municipality offered an alternative swimming pool in a nearby, wealthier neighborhood.