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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