Before the coffee gets cold is the first of Toshikazu Kawaguchi川口俊和 trilogy best sellers, we had already talked about it here.
While reading it, I also found a nice description about the now famous siphon coffee!
The author describes a depression coffee pot, however I don’t really like the word “depression” combined with the coffee pot, which instead represents a small happy moment.
In any case, the ritual is told like this:
Nagare poured hot water into a lower cruet, then brought it to a boil to allow it to rise through the siphon into the upper cruet, where he poured ground coffee, which was then filtered back into the lower cruet.
Coffee plays a very important role in the stories told in Before the coffee gets cold, stories touching deep inside.
If you had the chance to say something that you should have told or would have wanted to say, in a moment that has already fled away, however, what would it be?
I know, it’s getting very personal here, because these thoughts are generally dedicated to the affections.
Feel free to share whatever you want.
In the meantime, I would also propose a fantasy variant, somewhat keep calm style …
Such as pointing out to Michael Stipe that R.E.M.’s decision “to stop being a band” caused a loss for the music.
Or just thank Meryl Streep now and always for showing the world that true Beauty has no canons, and that producing King Kong should have presupposed knowledge of the important underlying message about who the real monsters are.
All this only ever before the coffee gets cold …
I must acknowledge the undoubtedly brilliant idea of the author, who among other things made an unusual choice for the context: in the book itself he tells us that
coffee arrived in Japan in the Edo period, towards the end of the 17th century. At first it did not satisfy Japanese taste buds, and it was certainly not considered a pleasant drink, but then again it was not surprising since it tasted like black, bitter water …
Fortunately, things have since changed 🙂
What about you, did you love coffee right away or did you experience an evolution?
And in this video among other things she talks about sitting together and drinking coffee.
But this time the reading instead of a relaxing moment was particularly painful.
This book was still a journey, from which, however, I returned with a wound.
Afghanistan, where God only comes to weep. I think the words chosen by the author as an introduction to her book are absolutely emblematic.
When I told about Denise Ho, Gabriella reminded how important it is to keep the focus on other realities as well, and surely the condition of women in Afghanistan is one of them.
On July 1, the Human Rights Council concluded its 50th regular session after adopting 23 resolutions and held an urgent debate on the human rights of women and girls in Afghanistan. In a resolution, the Council reaffirmed its unwavering commitment to the full and equal enjoyment of all human rights by all women, girls and children in Afghanistan, including the right to freedom of movement, the right to education, the right to the enjoyment of the highest attainable standard of physical and mental health, including their sexual and reproductive health, the right to work and the right to access justice on an equal basis with others. The Council asked the High Commissioner to hold an enhanced interactive dialogue during its 51st session, with the participation of the Special Rapporteur on the situation of human rights in Afghanistan.
Yet these words seem sterile empty and useless: UN News on July 1 published a terrible “statistic”
The situation of women in Afghanistan is so desperate that they commit suicide at the rate of one or two a day.
The “formula” to which one arrives, however, is not a calculation, but a journey that leads, or rather: brings back, to the origin.
I don’t like to reveal too much, because I would like you to try the same engaging reading experience that I had, and I would like you too to come to the “full circle” with all the load of emotions that accompanied me.
I considered Quattro Terzi Pi Greco Erre Tre as the equation of a world in which to enter through a wonderful exchange of letters, precisely those handwritten letters, the letters so dear to me.
A family sphere, but also a historical sphere.
And through the life of the characters I first understood the vocation: the passion for studying and teaching, together, as in a real union that lasts for a lifetime.
But the book also teaches that fate is not always behind the things that scare us the most.
And it shows how pure and true love cannot in any way be dirtied.
I will certainly not forget a special Grandmother, whom I wish I could hug as she repeats that all soldiers are sons.
And a special woman: Maria Moreno, who I hope will be remembered for her ability to combine literary and scientific studies, delicacy and strength of mind, poetry and everyday life.
Obviously I tend to focus more on the female characters, but undoubtedly Rodolfo too, as well as two important figures who have left a mark on our history, offer very interesting reflections.
I owe the reading of Daniel Pennac’s School Diary to Luciana: THANK YOU Lucy, I’m really grateful to you!
A diary edited by Feltrinelli, which I absolutely loved and which, in my opinion, should also be read at school.
Daniel Pennac, or Pennacchioni, is a teacher in Paris since 1970, better to use his exact words: We learn that for a quarter of a century the author has practiced as a teacher and that he has chosen this apartment overlooking the courtyards of two schools a bit like a railway worker retiring above a marshalling yard.
In fact, I’ll tell you more: listen to whoever reads these words
I open a dutiful parenthesis on Sport’s Bar even if surely you also know Luisona and all the other characters, right?
But let’s go back to reading and to the emblematic phrase of Daniel Pennac’s mother: “Do you think he will get away with it sooner or later?”
Were you doing well in school? Were you among the deserving students and with the high average?
He definitely not, yet he first became a teacher and then a writer!
Daniel Pennac tells us that what he wrote is the “pure truth” and for this reason I found his message even more important.
What better example to give confidence to all those who are faced with uphill paths, who are out of the ordinary “patterns,” who are experiencing momentary failures?
I was thrilled with both the hope this book instills and the way it portrays true teaching.
I find that another sentence of his that deserves a standing ovation is this: I always thought that school was first and foremost done by teachers. After all, who saved me from school if not three or four teachers?
And also: Instead of collecting and publishing the pearls of the dunce students that arouse hilarity in so many classrooms, we should write an anthology of good teachers. Literature does not lack similar testimonies: Voltaire who pays homage to the Jesuits Tournemine and Porée, Rimbaud who submits his poems to Professor Izimbard, Camus who writes filial letters to Mr Martin, his beloved teacher, Julien Green who fondly remembers the image vivid of Professor Lesellier, his history teacher, Simone Weil praising his teacher Alain, who will never forget Jules Lagneau who introduced him to philosophy, J.B. Pontalis celebrating Sartre, who “stood out” so much among the other professors … If, in addition to these famous teachers, the anthology offered the portrait of the unforgettable teacher that almost all of us met at some point in our scholastic path, perhaps we would draw some light on the skills necessary for the practice of this strange profession.
About professors and school diary just recently with Eleonora in the comments you can find here we remembered the glorious years of high school by telling about the decorations of the diaries.
Do you still keep any of yours?
The talk with Eleonora then continued also on the teachers, in particular on those we remember with greater esteem.
And what do you remember of your teachers?
Were any of them particularly enlightening or extremely ironic?
Daniel Pennac’s irony comes to life above all through the stylized men he draws that I obviously like very much.
Apparently I’m not the only one, so much so that I discovered an unofficial site dedicated to Daniel Pennac, and look at what image the author has chosen!
I thank him, with the best wishes for his book presentation tour.
Dynamic leadership model is a project to which he cares in a particular way, telling of how it basically involves future and humanity, according to the principle that man first takes care of his own goals.
The cornerstone is Nature.
Business and material goals must support personal goals, according to Dr. Milan’s model.
A truly optimal concept, especially in this black period on all fronts, not least work, don’t you think?
I have had the opportunity to hear the experiences of many people and honestly, despite all my cosmic pessimism, I would not have been able to imagine to what levels one falls, in terms of working conditions, in too many areas and in too many cases, unfortunately.
This is why I feel strong empathy, in particular with my classmates from the last course I attended: a heterogeneous yet complementary group, capable of cementing itself by turning into a truly beautiful friendship.
I hope you have no problems with your job, I hope you find it satisfying, I hope your merits are recognized and paid in a suitable manner.
I hope you can witness the satisfaction, the realization of dreams, the realization of your project, just like Milan with his Dynamic leadership model.