The other day Rafa posted on Facebook a photo of the new playground of the marina with the remains of a bottle. Rafa is the mayor of Ibiza and, since he won the elections, he has never tired of opposing himself. He knows that he has a margin because he is a socialist, and he is in full enjoyment of a full paternity leave, which is the most, right now, in public service.
Perhaps convinced that there was still some bottle, in the afternoon we met some parents there . Although instead there was a park opened in a hurry, full of songs and ditches, which allowed us to fill our children with wounds. Lately, pediatricians are so nosy about cell phones that when you take a child with their knees down, their tears are skipped.
The location of the park meant that Italian, Russian and American children were filling up at that time, who went down to expand their limbs, after spending the day on a yacht, probably with the flag of the Marshall Islands, which is what is being carried this year; although almost nobody knows where they are, beyond their offices in Switzerland. Tanned mothers with heels and mini-dresses in flared skirts accompanied children with coppery hair, design poles inspired by the Slovak army, and the smell of riding, fencing mask and Chinese teacher. Everything you need to become super children, as Jabois says in Malaherba , and start life with an advantage.
The slide had a certain democratizing effect. We swirled to its flanks like a fire, to contemplate the descents of the future. The landed parents enjoyed mixing their children with the aborigines. They were encouraged to say a word in Spanish, and then photographed together, as a memory of the third world . Like those who take selfies, clashing heads with Himalayan children encased in wool hats of yak; or holding a black girl in a camp in Senegal, or in Lavapies.
But that afternoon the landed parents took a photo much better than showing their friends from Seattle, or from the Moscow neighborhood of Tverskaia, or Lake Como; when it got dark and we saw that the bulbs didn't work. Then some aboriginal parents lined up with the cell phone flashlight high, imitating a lamppost. The pity was that they did not understand when one said to his wife: "Take a picture, that I will send it to Rafa, that he will love it."
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