Thursday, July 22, 2010
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July 12, 2010 - This evening we went with John to a meeting between farmers and coffee producers'. It 'was very interesting! Such meetings are held frequently: a cadence quindicinnale and attended almost all the owners of coffee farms in the area. We are testing new blends, we discuss techniques of roasting coffee ', the time and manner of collection, we enter dangerous arguments about the best quality' coffee 'in the world, which can be interminable and not very productive, but above all, drink coffee much, much '! He heads a special coffee maker 'or different mode' and time for roasting, you look at the different colors of roasted beans from which one can 'infer the provenance and quality' coffee ',' look at that: this is arabic, this one tough .... " Paul, the owner, invites us to follow in the roasting, grinding and tasting a new batch of coffee ', strictly organic (organic coffee), and that' the day before arrived from Madagascar. Paul has several machines for roasting, among them the most 'great and the one that wants to use to "roast" literally (rosted) this cafe'. It 's a Probat: a machine made in Germany. Bill, a esterto "coffe maker", who has participated in several races in the area as a bartender, says proudly: "Probat: the best one in the world". Continue telling me that the mother and 'German and his family live in Leverkusen. He tells me of his trips to Germany and his cousin on a Sunday, a few years ago, has led to the stadium to watch a game of Bayern Leverkusen, strictly in turn, to make him experience the thrill of the event. Her remarks and 'state: "The hooligans are fucking crazy!" Meaning by "hooligans" the two opposing groups of supporters ultras. During his narrative Bill kindly gives me a cup with a beautiful drawing of a flower made with milk "foam" on the coffee cream '. I taste the cappuccino-latte-like and immediately asks me "Do you like this coffee?" And I said, 'You know, in Italy we drink the espresso, without milk and I drink a kind of espresso coffee very short, without sugar to taste the flavor, the flouvers, "and he replies promptly:" No worries! I'm making for you a small double. " I think: "Wow!" After a few seconds I see a magnificent scroll slowly from the arm by two cream, coffee 'settles slowly into the cup is already filling the bottom of' Bill has detached and is 'ready to serve me my coffee'. I take the cup in my hands and 'hot! The color and 'perfect: a rich brown with streaks of more' clear 'to spot the tiger. " I approach with my nose to the cup and feel the aroma: deep and strong. Thrust the spoon at the surface to test the consistency of cream: none! Thick and about 2 mm as it should be ... With the same spoon bath edge of the cup, as my father loved to do, to have the first contact of the lips directly with the coffee 'and not the ceramic cup and, finally, I drink a sip. Definitely one of the best coffee 'that I drank in my life, so good that they are still awake when I should speak and write already' being in bed to face another day of work in the farm. But it hurts too much caffeine and I've really taken a lot tonight to go to sleep without a little more boring '! Paul continues to speak proudly and shows us several bags containing coffee 'from all over the world. It shows a particularly telling us that comes from Mexico and more 'precisely from Chiapas. At that, 'well I read the words on the bag and it' s right ': the coffee' comes from Chiapas to Australia! Interested wonder about something happy, and Bill turns to John and told him to take more 'often with him, then turns to me and explains that he bought this lot of coffee' in Sydney and comes from a Caracoles EZLN (Army Zapatista Army of National Liberation) located in the Lacandon Jungle. Surprised, I explained that I did not think the coffee 'of Caracoles come in various countries around the world through normal commercial channels, but I thought that only travel through certain channels of development cooperation and fair trade in small quantities' and, exceptionally, in those Countries where certain NGOs were active, of a certain nature and political orientation as it was until a few years ago for "Ya Basta!" in Italy and Europe. But he strongly denies and says, "Here comes around." Then he proudly shows us his memorabilia: a few cups of services from our home (Italy), which is particularly proud of, and some machines, in particular a very unique: "Cool!", And he promptly exclaimed: "Oh, yes ! It 's my creation: a kind of circus! "In reality' is a macchian for roasting coffee, 'but when' working and 'a blaze of colored lights and mechanisms that move synchronously accompanied by music from "Carion". After the fifth coffee 'John decide that you and' getting late and that it 's time to go home. Greetings to all and install the BMW of Karen in a few minutes brings us back home where we expect an incredible sight: the sky like never opens the view to a starry sky where the Milky Way and 'a clear highway space and the constellations clear astrological representations: light and the Swan and the Scorpion, the Big Dipper and the Bull. Andy and I stopped spellbound, while Yool, unaware of everything, 'continues along the dirt path between the fields becoming light struggled with his BlackBerry. We, however, remain enthralled with his head up, stretched out his eyes to focus on those geometric figures, that over the seconds appear more and more 'clear our eyes. Suddenly it seems to me to be back baby, with my cousin when we returned home during the summer evenings at the village and, without making any noise, we took two chairs in the garden of my house, making way for groping in darkness' , we reached the isolated viewpoint of the valley, we laid down and from there 'could see clearly the bright sky of our nights in September when all the lights now are silent and the crickets are asleep.
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The first day of work and 'was very hard: at seven o'clock we were already' out to plant potatoes around a fence. Andy with the "shubble" (blade) in hand and me with a picket of 20 kg. This is for a couple of hours. Then John calls us and we are moving towards him. Presents us with Jack, but that 'it is called John. More 'John will explain later' that when they met with John were three and all three were named John. Then John and to distinguish himself not to be confused with John had begun to call Jack and the other John "nameless" (unnamed). Since then, John was called Jack by his wife and he also looks like the other Jack and John just do not know 'was more' called and nothing else! John and Jack, and that 'a manufacturer, we are told that they are extending the house and are building a new porch that runs around the building, a swimming pool and a large fish tank and now we should build the whole frame of poles to support the porch. Andy and 'an expert carpenter and John gives us' just some brief information and then takes flight: "He's very busy," he explains Andy. A few minutes later I find myself mixing cement for the foundations: a bucket of water, half a bag of cement, ten piles of each cluster, then more water, five other heads of spades in the aggregate, half a bag of cement, other water and a pair of palate-head aggregate. Jack takes the tractor, I drive it on track and go! The cement cola straight ditches, around the steel pillars, filling. We continue this way 'till lunch time when Karen calls us to eat a bowl of soup. We sit around the table in front of the lookout and along with Jack hungry eat a tasty soup of farro, vegetables, chicken and vegetables is very tasty. Meanwhile, Karen also brings us the delicious white bread with raisins in it, which tells us to be the work of John: "John likes very much to make bread!" He explains proudly, and we, of course annuiamo continuing to keep his head down enjoying the warm bread into the pot of soup broth. The meal 'ended too quickly and we are already' return to work. Time gets sick and starts to drizzle, but regardless we continue to knead until the cement at sunset knocked out 'the ultimate cauldron of cement last hole. John is coming, thanks us and gives us' 50 Australian dollars each: happy reward that absolutely did not expect to receive. Returning home destroyed, but satisfied with the hard work and its fruits.
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the last three days I arrived in a place 'not far from Byron Bay called Farmleigh. Karen and John, a nice Australian couple hosting me in their "farm." More 'this is precisely of a "coffee farm." A few days ago I found the ad in the Global Network of Gossip: "Accommodation and food for 4 hours of work a day." I immediately called and here I am! When I arrived in Byron Bay I thought I had found my paradise, but when I set foot in the estate of John I realized that I wrong! In front of my eyes and you 'open a fairytale landscape of endless meadows, ponds, plants of coffee' and maccanuts, cows, horses, thick forests and distances traveled! It 's amazing how far you can' lose your sight in Australia: unique landscapes, open in front of an astonished gaze of those who can not 'that gape in front of valleys and fields in their diversity' are impressive as they are ordered. Karen and 'come and get me, with his BMW, and together we chatted until it reaches its destination, "How tall are you? You are very tall for an Italian "and here he is the first stereotype! 'Cause I feel I always have difficulty in' the fact of being Italian? For once, I would be proud of it, but, unfortunately, around the world do not run too many positive stereotypes about Italians. "Why 'Karen? You know the Italians are the people most 'highest in Europe after the Swedes. " We arrive in the "annexe", not far from the house owners Karen and I presented the English boy, whom I had spoken during the journey. Andy and 'an English boy of 24 years. Well-designed, high and dry with a nice smiling face and lively. Shakes my hand vigorously and continues to smile, while the corner of my eye I see that Karen and 'already' slipped out from the door and prepares to say goodbye: "See you guys." Andy is left alone with alacrity that shows me the house and tells me everything I know to start getting acquainted with the place. Andy and 'smart and intelligent and we talk a bit' to make friends: we both know very well that spend long days together and then, somehow we have to keep us company. He tells me to be born and live in Blackburn, northern England and to be in Australia for about a month, like me. E 'landed in Cairns and it' went down 'up to Baron Bay where he found shelter in the farm. And 'here a few days and has already' learned many things I talk enthusiastically about the collection of coffee 'and many things related to our work. Then suddenly his eyes light up, and says, "Come on! I'll show you something! "And we go out in a garage adjoining the house I parked in a" quad. " Andy mounts up and makes me sign to do the same. Once seated, he explains how to start and how to change gears, after that 'party: filiamo fast through the rows of coffee trees', along the road in front of a large muddy pond with three ducks floating on the water to watch us roll through the Australian countryside and Andy kept saying, "It's very fun! It's fun. " We arrive quickly to touch the home of Karen Jach and resting after a long day of hard work sitting on their veranda of their beautiful home. Andy stops the motor after turning around the house and said: "Look at that!" And points to the index with an indefinite point in front of him. My eyes follow his arm, then his hand, and finally, his finger up his nose and them 'I realize that I have before my eyes an incredible sight: a magnificent view that goes back to the ocean ! Rest enchanted watching the perfect creation and breathe in deeply fresh air.
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and Shari 'was very expensive when I told her I was going away, having found a job at a coffee farm and maccademians. He said: "Do not worry go and remember that you are always welcome here!" Salutati Shari, and two small Tawanda I took the road towards Farmleigh to 20 km inside from Byron Bay.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
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