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Днес стават пет години без алкохол. Една малка победа, която всъщност не е толкова малка. Все още си спомням последната бира, която даже не изпих до край. С приятели играхме джаги и билярд една студена вечер и аз си взех малка бира, не бях пила такава и реших да я пробвам. На средата на бутилката някъде я взех за да пийна и я погледнах. "Хм, не ми се пие повече" си казах, оставяйки я обратно на масата. На следващия ден също не ми се пиеше алкохол. И така около седмица някъде.

At the beginning of February I had the opportunity to visit a coffee roasting factory, and the barista in me was excited to see the process she's heard so much about during her time working in a cafe. The raw coffee beans arrive in big, colorful bags from all over the world. After the maintenance of the machines in the beginning of the day (and a cup of coffee), the staff is ready for the first batch. Each bag is hand-picked and manually put into the round oven that spins it

It was a cold, cold January day. One of those that had tree branches freeze over and over again. On our way to get my niece, my sister said that it is supposed to start getting warmer in the new couple of days and I immediately checked the weather. My first thought was going to Vienna the next day for some snowy photographs. The next morning I made myself some tea and hopped on a train. The landscapes on the way were stunning. Fields of snow, white, frozen trees, and animal f