coffee grinder

grandma’s coffee grinder

This coffee grinder lived on the wall of the dinning room, just near the kitchen of my grandma – Fira. Above the green round table, always present, even in years when no one grind coffee any more. The stories it must have heard, the tears it shared, the laughs – it is good objects can’t talk, all our secrets are safe with her.

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