As the chair twirls...

 

The chair twirls, twirls, and twirls in the hotel lounge; not by itself; but with the help of a little five-year-old boy. His mother is short too, way below average height. She had called my attention at breakfast when her head turned to see where the early morning laughter was coming from, our table. We tend to wake up in a chippy mood. Well, at least I do and I tend to make my family laugh at breakfast.

In front of the twirling chair, there is a huge screen where the England vs Argentina semi-finals World Cup game is playing. I attentively watched, parted in two, as in which team I should cheer for, I love Argentina- the country – despite the rivalry between Brazil and Argentina when it comes to soccer. In addition to all the trouble in Argentina against the fascist president and the racial remarks during previous game during the World Cup. At the moment, I feel like a traitor because whenever an Argentinean player reaches the goal, my heart skips a beat.

Meanwhile the five-year-old still twirls non-stop. His mother, who seems to lack spark and life, softly tells him to stop. He twirls and twirls. She picks up her cellphone, types in a message and within 5 minutes, a tall stern woman appears. In a firm voice she asks the boy to stop. He twirls and twirls. She asks again in a louder tone. Then without any enthusiasm, the little boy´s mom turns and says: “I´ve already told him six times to stop.” Nonetheless, he just keeps spinning.

End of match. Argentina beats England 2x1. Now we await the final game where the colonizer plays against the colonized (Spain x Argentina) which will be on July 19^th   the final match.

I get up to go back to my room as the boy twirls and twirls.

Written: July 15, 2026

Google Images - the actual loune I was sitting in and the chairs that twirl. Great hotel!