“Nice swimming pool,” our guest said with a dry smirk. A friend of our builder’s had dropped by to say hello and to check in our renovation progress. Curiously, this wasn’t the first time I’d heard someone say those words.
The first time our future home was dubbed a swimming pool was three years ago. Wanting to accommodate our growing family, we had sold our apartment on the outskirts of Tallinn and moved into a wooden apartment closer to the city. After completely gutting the apartment and digging out the basement, a good friend peered in the door and issued …
