On Monday morning, shortly after nine o’clock, Ben Wawra stands waiting in front of his coffee machine. It hums, the water bubbles. When the coffee is ready, he pours it into an aluminum cup. No milk, he prefers to drink it black. It’s a Monday morning like any other, the start of a new work week. But instead of standing on kitchen tiles, Wawra is standing on a meadow with bare feet in the grass, drinking her first coffee of the day. The ground is still damp from the night. But the sun is shining, it’s supposed to be 27 degrees today.
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