While she was waiting for my arrival at her house, this lady took care of every single hair of her hair and sewed the dress she is wearing in the photo. After greeting me, she started making coffee. She toasted the coffee beans and pulverized them with an old car piston. Then she put the coffee powder on the fire, spread auspicious grass on the floor and light some incense. After about half an hour, she poured the coffee into my cup and offered it to me. Everything is normal for her, but for me, there is a world of art in that cup.
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