Tell Me Why

8 am, at the restaurant floor of the Four Seasons Resort. The breakfast tables line up, mostly unoccupied, on that large floor, where I chose to leave my stuff by the fountain and go pick a plate, lay some slices of smoked salmon and capers on it, grab a glass of grapefruit on my way and come back sit to the table. By now there’s another occupied table not very far on the other side of the fountain, but I really didn’t care much about identifying whom the silhouettes sitting on it belongs to.. As usual, I was very careful not to make noise with my fork on the plate. I don’t like to break that classy, shiny, breakfast silence. Suddenly, a child sings really loud and broke the silence that I was safeguarding: “ Ya ya ya ya! ”.. okay... someone is cheering the morning lights.  that’s it, he didn’t add a word. and I resumed my meal, repeating in my head.. “ Yeah yeah yeah.. ” but visualizing it written as “ jajajaja ” like in Spanish comments you read in some posts.. A colleague jo