twist the Bialetti coffee machine untill the top separates from the bottom, take out the filter filled with the old coffee grounds, all used and damp. Put them into the biological waste container, and rinse out the remainder from the sieve into the kitchen sink.
Then turn on the grinder, let it grind the black beans down to that coarse brown powder, and fill the coffee machine, first the lower part with water, then the middle part and then screw the top part on. Put the whole lot onto the gas cooker and turn on the gas.
Leave for the living room, within earshot of the hissing gas, and start to write these notes.
The coffee has now burbled, it has been driven into the top half of the Bialetti, black with a light foam on top. Get a white cup and matching saucer from the cupboard in the hallway, Apilco brand, and back to the kitchen to turn off the gas. Fill the french china from Limoges with the black coffee, take the cup and contents back to the computer on the sitting room table.
The factory the white cup came from is the Yves Deshoullieres plant. That cup must be forty years old now.
The perfect whiteness outside is now disturbed by drips of coffee.
The son is up, beating the keys of his computer in the background, in his room. He has moved from playing to programming,
It is seven thiry five now, the sun is just illuminating the top of the house on the other side of the street. It is a yellow building, with white surrounding the windows.
Today is Saturday, the start of the weekend.
Then turn on the grinder, let it grind the black beans down to that coarse brown powder, and fill the coffee machine, first the lower part with water, then the middle part and then screw the top part on. Put the whole lot onto the gas cooker and turn on the gas.
Leave for the living room, within earshot of the hissing gas, and start to write these notes.
The coffee has now burbled, it has been driven into the top half of the Bialetti, black with a light foam on top. Get a white cup and matching saucer from the cupboard in the hallway, Apilco brand, and back to the kitchen to turn off the gas. Fill the french china from Limoges with the black coffee, take the cup and contents back to the computer on the sitting room table.
The factory the white cup came from is the Yves Deshoullieres plant. That cup must be forty years old now.
The perfect whiteness outside is now disturbed by drips of coffee.
The son is up, beating the keys of his computer in the background, in his room. He has moved from playing to programming,
It is seven thiry five now, the sun is just illuminating the top of the house on the other side of the street. It is a yellow building, with white surrounding the windows.
Today is Saturday, the start of the weekend.
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