Refined Tastes

In the affluent neighbourhood of Recoleta, cafe Lattente didn’t work: bad sublet, stoic residents, difficulties adapting to a new culture. Talk of months spent in court fighting to regain what had been lost straightens Zehan’s smile, attention drifts towards a cloudless sky; I drift with her. “I thought we’d sell good coffee.” She lights a cigarette; inhales, exhales sharply. “There were problems.” From tall trees crisped leaves fall, settle around us. I wonder what went wrong. “New approaches met old habits,” she says.

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