Coffee travel

I am the coffee as my ancestors named me you think you know me because you drink me every sun I am not bigger than your ignorance except your confidence for centuries and I listen to your worries and objections and your naivety you must stop the chatter and humble yourself before my short intertwined history it is your history we are two braids in a plait you the other just (coffee) twins we were born together in Africa, we divided into races we wandered in the continents, we prepared ourselves in Arab countries, we globalized in Western countries this my numbered book, it leaves no small or large thing, it is your book.