A little water, ground coffee, the manual gesture repeated over time, day after day, a game of the wrist in which the Italians are absolute champions. Then the flame is lit.
The trepidatious wait, often accompanied by slow movements, still numb from sleep, and then finally the awakening: the gurgling that unites all the homes of the Italian peninsula in the morning, that muttering sound that evokes family memories, domestic environments, care and the many well-deserved breaks from work or study.
