Comparing my experience of Athens’ migrant neighbourhoods — the city being “surprisingly cosmopolitan” — there’s little comparison. You go to a place where there’s Indians, Georgians, Kenyans, etc. and there’s just this sense of gloom you can’t shake. I like to think of myself as sensitive to the “colour of the air” in any environment, and I find “ethnic” Athens depressed and depressing, couldn’t tell which. People know perfectly well when they’re tolerated in the exact sense of the term, and it doesn’t do them good. They actually have mosques here in Britain, with honest-to-God minarets, not leaving me with the surreal image of a mostly Pakistani street behind a drab and awful (and empty) publicly-built, concrete church the size of a small stadium.