"I know all about the water, my friend," Mr Polidorou would answer the rotund man with the crackling radio. "It is a communal toilet. If one desires to share one's compatriots' waste product, one is welcome to it." Mr Polidorou had never enjoyed the annual family vacation by the sea. But suffer it as a martyr he did, save for the perpetual stream of complaints issued from his mouth as he sought refuge under the diminishing shade. But today all is quiet under Mr Polidorou's parasol. A change of momentous importance has occurred.