It was a windy day, near the beach. On the desolate quay there stood a mini bar with fish, frozen snacks. I approached it to have a cup of espresso. Just beside me, there were two huskies looking around, waiting for their owner to finish the conversation with the fish-colleagues.
The wind was blowing incredibly strong and by the time I paid for espresso and reach for the plastic cup the aroma was gone, and by the time I touch the cup with my lips the warmth of black liquid vaporized into the air. I was left with a foam cup in my hand, looking at the freezing sea.
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