They come every spring. In a city that values appearance, they are taller, leaner, fitter than the rest of us. They spend their days outdoors. They don’t (for the most part) waste their nights clubbing. They show up on time.
They make a mockery of our much-vaunted diversity. Sakkari. Świątek. Alcaraz. Nishioka. Raducanu. Ruud, Dimitrov. Monfils. Zhang. Berrettini. Sabalenka. Schwartzman. Kostyuk. Fucsovics. Jabeur. They are a touring Babel. We are merely bilingual.
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