17 December 2008. Icy dawn, crinkly grass, glittery shards at edge of street. Pool bodies and shower mist, comraderie.
Last few days until they close--the Albany Pool--a monument, of sorts, gone...
The Szechenyi or the Rudas--baths of old, Buda and Pest, brought by the Turks, or the Romans before. The Gellért--green waters and marmol--four Hungarians of a certain age, submerged to the neck, gathered around a chessboard, or the Napi Gazdasag, financial news, held in two hands, eyeglasses perched on nose--calcium, magnesium, potassium--stocks dive and soar...
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