It was around noon, and I was standing outside the Roastery of Coffeedence.
From the glass windows I could see Chris K. wearing the earphones, waiting with anticipation to hear the 1st roasting crack of Kenya Kirimara Specialty Coffee.
He was so concentrated in the procedure that he didn’t realize my entrance.
Spending a few years in the Italian coffee cities…
Yes, I had my most intense years of my childhood, until I decided, as a grown up man, to live my life probably in the most beautiful country in the world.
Greece.
What can I tell you about that day, the day that BC turned to AC I really don’t know. All I know is that from a coffee bean, I became a coffee being. A person in flesh and bones just like you. Well almost just like you, because in my veins there is coffee. Beside that I thing there are not big differences between us.
Winter in the City. My hands are getting cold. Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the streets.
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