Tucked away in a bus seat Alice had to good, very good to get some sleep. So groggy at one point got up and saw that the bus stand at some unfamiliar bus stop. Around the station was an ordinary iron fence behind which stretched meadows with uncut grass for several years. A paradise for birds. At several points in the short terms Alice could see that fence leaning dangerously. Behind your back she saw that the wooden fences of the places where they stood long been neglected. Building or better house in front of which stood a wooden porch in front of which was paved parking or perhaps it here called platforms for buses. The building was once upon a front façade attractively plastered in green around the windows and the entrance bordered brown. But the facade was a large amount of dust caused to time with buses and cars, however actually from the air. All in all, an ordinary little larger house in front of which are parked autobusi.Primjetila is that the bus is completely empty with no passengers, only soft music from the driver's radio cassette player. Folk music, rap. She felt that a uniform, dull rhythm. Alice woke up in the reclining bus seat covered jacket, with the headphones. He just did not hear when they stopped, the driver did not hear when he said he would take a break in Donji Vakuf 10 minutes, she heard other travelers to go out, just felt that the bus is no longer produced at the same time motion and movement forward. When the bus stopped, Alice woke up.
On the bus with which it came Alice orderly said "Zenica trans". The combination of white and blue was obviously a common color for this company. Beside him stood almost identically painted bus. The difference was only in the plastic bucket that put the driver in his bus on the bracket for the blind that on hot summer days to help the bus comes less light and heat. In the second bus at the site where the first flowers were hung long ago worn fragrances that are here today to buy the dust. I just kitsch kitsch. Alisa has not noticed this similarity and difference, except that the board each bus is said of where he's going and where it ends its journey. It saw the corner of his eye, without thinking about the difference. Left bus from whence they came Alisa said Mostar - Zenica, on the right bus, which came a few minutes later it said Zenica- Mostar. So many little differences, often used to be a problem. At this station the passengers urged the cafe sat in the wrong bus and practically returned to the place from which they come up. Alice did not know. What I could not stand was the rap. It was first felt when they left the bus. Chilly air of this mountain town is easily awakened. The cafe at the station heard the killer tones from loudspeakers that are too loud shocked everyone present. At the entrance to the cafe were two good "dosed" guys who were swaying to the music. Drunk seems to have enjoyed the music. They sang with some of the Serbian singer, lyrics that are apparently well known. As she approached the entrance to the cafe, the boys sang louder, as if they want to show to her excellent singing.
Near the door, and right at the bar, I found a free bar stool on which he casually leaned his bag. Ordered coffee waiting. He immediately paid, the niece when she called the bus driver. What he saw was a burnt rancid coffee. - Probably prepržili TOZ and again grind. She thought to herself. She could not wait to run and escape from this very uncomfortable subject. She thought that out of the cafe but what will work out. Simply was forced to be there.
At the pub were tinted glass, front entrance with two doors, the front door was a wooden long set. The miracle was that still serve a purpose. Dirty from touching the door handle is a plastics, imitation Baroque handle. Protective part was broken. She had to take care not to hurt. Blades broken parts are dangerous She stuck to the handle. She noticed that I glass on this dive tinted, not thinking whether it was the glare of daylight or is it because the boss wanted his inn to be in the dark, but when she entered noticed the excessive doses of tobacco smoke in the air, a large amount of decibels turbo folk And ... .. And many, many men who have looked into it. Probably the reason is that prakično bring a bag with you. A small bag on his shoulder, jacket in his hands and a big torbak in his right hand. As it ends its journey here. But she did it just as a precaution, not to be stolen. She felt the need to be strengthened favorite refreshing beverage that so loves. She needs more sleep, but when they have stopped ... .. Nature demanded her. She had to use the restroom. She ordered a coffee, out of habit I went to do what is needed. Remember her seminar that just about the main theme in mind, however obligations. The theme was the dependence on natural poisons. Decided to write about those poisons that are close to us, even some of them are useful. Like pollen, but her favorite opiate and also poison the caffeine.
The seminar began with parts picked up on the Internet: "Coffee is made from plants of the genus Coffea. There are many species in this genus of plants, but are mainly used grains Coffea arabica (var.typica and var. Bourbon) and Coffea canephora (var. Robusta). Arabica is known as Brazilian coffee while C.canephora mainly grown in Africa. Coffee is a shrub or tree. The fruits are red berries like cherries. Top mixture obtained by combining several types of grain. The harvest begins when the berries ripen. The best and most expensive way is to get those picked one by one. Having skipped the green and ripe, the quality is high. In addition to this method of harvesting, it is shaking and mechanical harvest, after which must be done separation of immature and overripe berries. "
What is Alice could find the book has nothing to do with what she likes, and it's hot black liquid And with whipped cream and a little milk. During roasting happen incredibly complex processes as a result provide an excellent aroma and taste. First of all, there is a caramelization of sugar, produced more than 700 new compounds are formed, and a number of volatile components and pigments. Degradation of amino-acid compounds produced oxazole and pyrazine, which are responsible for the characteristic aroma of coffee and for every kilogram of coffee is released more than 10 liters of carbon dioxide
As she approached the counter to take your cup of coffee, I remembered an interesting story about the coffee that is deeply impressed. The legendary Ethiopian goatherd Kaldi was a distant day, around the year 800, noticed that his goats behaving strangely. They were full of energy, jumped and ran from one to another bush with red berries and buds. I have not slept that night. Kaldi told it to the local priest, who made a beverage from berries after which he and I stayed up all night. Soon word got out that there is a plant that provides energy. Around the same time, African tribes are the rules of energy, "candy" of coffee and animal fat. The name "coffee" comes from the Arabic "qahwa", meaning "a drink made from the plant." Coffee then passes the Red Sea and came to Arabia. Thus the coffee we know it today. Around 1000 the first time he made a drink made from roasted coffee beans, and by the thirteenth century the Muslims started to drink it for religious reasons. Later, wherever Islam went - went and coffee in North Africa, Eastern Mediterranean, India. In the seventeenth century coffee arrives in Europe in the early eighteenth to South America. By 1800, in Brazil, this beverage is becoming a daily enjoyment for all layers of the population.
As nice as groggy and still sleepy drink espresso. A small amount of a cup of coffee with a little sugar and cream over the measures was the usual dose by Alisa taken daily at a cafe near the University. How do you justify to the professor to delay the trip to Sarajevo was the theme of which is thought to explain that he spent the night, to explain to her college is not the primary one, although this is not true ... .. In life she did not happen to be late, and especially to tarry long at such an important trip as an excursion to Sarajevo organized by the Faculty.
Only the first sip from the cup of his eagerly awaited coffee, wow, nature called again cautions. She had to use the restroom. Phew, it seems that the problem made this morning fat snacks. Let it be why you're eating as much this morning before departure. In her mind she was talking to herself. Where is the toilet door to nowhere if something looks like or writes like toilets or toilet.
- Excuse me please, waiter, where's the bathroom.
- There to the left next to the kitchen door.
- Thank you.
It took squeeze through the crowd, which was in a bar and that she was disturbed to see the door of the toilet, of all those travelers who are looking for refreshment. And when he came in the door that says toilet on board, which is a dark red color as well as doors. The first thing he could to notice is that the door can be seen the remains of several years of dirt from the hands of random passengers who are headed in this room. She tried to get in, I paused stopped unpleasant stench of ammonia mixed with disinfectants or is it just muriatic acid sprinkled a few minutes before our arrival. She wanted his liver out of me with the stench, but nature has sought to ease. He did not even washed my face in this and the toilet she wanted to have at least some water in a bottle to be strengthened in front of the cafe.
At one point at the table where they sat drivers, for which ended with his steak and a glass of beer, heard the "movement". I guess they should not have to pay as ordered notice to himself Alisa. The way is prepared, with the desire to get out right away as soon as he did. I got on the bus. She noticed some bags to the place where he sat until arrival at the station. She assumed that the new occupants after finding nothing at the same seats occupied. - Nothing, then, will sit also upon the next seat. She put the headphones on your ears and again tried to sleep. There have been an effective sleep, if it continues like this to Sarajevo, I could get naspavana. What would be a great thing. Flush out the hangover from lack of sleep from himself.
As the bus slowly left the platform she saw the bus in addition to which they passed, one which remained at the station that is identical to that in which it is entered. She began to notice the details. It seems to me that these differences. What about the driver does not let that awful music.
It was not long, only about ten minutes when Alisa again seen the light and saw that the bus took us to Mostar. He immediately got up and went to the driver to see what it was.
- But why go to Mostar if we need to Sarajevo
- Girls, if you need to Sarajevo, that's your problem this morning we set off in Mostar, Sarajevo
- What will I do now
- Go with us to Mostar, or to get out here and try to find a link to Sarajevo
- But what about you, I have to go to Sarajevo. Please stop. So what you told me. But ....
The bus was on expanding the roadside stand in front of café "Under two paise."
How stupid. It is better that I did not even started on this path. Certainly he began the day upside down. See also laugh at me on the bus. What am I going to do next .......... Sharp, short, rapid steps walked toward the entrance to the inn. 
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