After deciding to continue collecting the coffee grounds from my coffee breaks, I bought a large, dark brown terracotta pot. It reminded me of an urn from an oriental bazaar and I knew the moment I saw it that I’d found the perfect pot for my collected coffee grounds. …
Before we headed out we’d had the idea that there must be a fourth country, on the borders of Germany, France and Switzerland; out there in an area of juncture, on their margins, a marginal country beyond all clear definitions. …
