The group is outside, the weather is hot, and they are talking about where to go swimming.

Jožo: God, it’s hot. Anyone fancy a swim?

Daniel: Yeah, I’d be into that. The pool’s open until six, and it’s a scorcher of a day.

Ali: Nah, let’s go the lake.

Daniel: You’ve got to be kidding, I’m not going there! The water’s disgusting, you don’t know what’s floating around in it.

Ali: You what? The water in the lake is fine, you’re just too sensitive.

Daniel: What, you don’t mind swimming in duck poo? In the swimming pool you’ve got clean, fresh water!

Jožo: I wouldn’t be so sure of that. Admittedly I haven’t seen this with my own eyes, but my grandmother says that young gypsy kids do their dirty laundry in her local swimming pool.

Daniel: Oh come on! Nothing against your grandma, but I’ve never seen anything like that. Better use a swimming pool that some muddy puddle, right? They’re always saying how dirty we gypsies are, but have you ever seen Andrea looking grubby in those white jeans she’s always wearing? I mean, if you really want to know what I think is filthy, it’s that you lot eat food that’s a day old.