World Cup fever

I walked with Qais and a group of young men to a café in a nearby neighborhood. We were all wearing Argentine national team shirts. Cars were passing by us honking and raising Argentine flags as well, so we waved and cheered for them with enthusiasm and passion. That was exciting and enjoyable. But deep inside, I felt a quick sense of guilt.. but I quickly pushed it away, and continued walking. The excitement of the matches was stronger than my ability to think about the matter rationally, and my passion overcame my mind.