Happy and porcine, the bank director takes a dip, memorialised by the self-taught Hungarian photo-reporter Karoly Escher. Nothing in the world can disturb the tranquil scene. Should we envy or despise him? Is he contented or complacent - does he deserve a break? It is 1938. Click.
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