It's Saturday morning, probably around 8:20 a.m. or close to that. Still half asleep but already in the swimming pool, swimming away...
- Moien, Joffer! Wéi geet ët?* - booms a loud voice.
Squinting at the middle-aged man who addressed me like that - as if I even needed to see him to recognise him - I answer:
Squinting at the middle-aged man who addressed me like that - as if I even needed to see him to recognise him - I answer:
- Moien, Eugène! Gudd, an dir?**
- Gudd, gudd! Hohohoho! - Eugene goes, with his big, uncontrollable bomb of a laugher.
Swim... up the pool... swim... down the pool... swim, swim, swim...
HOHOHOHO! - echoes from somewhere in the room.
No, no need for me to see whose laughter this is. I smile to myself and swim some more.
* Good morning, Miss! How are you?
** Good morning, Eugene! I'm good, and you?
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