I am a coffee bean,
I was born and raised in Colombia.
I spent my teenage years in a tiny and dark box directed to Italy,
luckily, I met so many different and interesting beans but no one was as tasty as me.
I was treated by Italians as a queen, but I don’t know why one day I became powder and got knocked out.
I don’t know what happened in the meanwhile but I woke up in Paris.
It was morning and I felt hot and liquid.
In that moment, I realized that I finally ended up as an espresso ready to be drunk.