One Friday afternoon the phone rang. "Congratulations!" said Carlos. "You're the Champions of Catalonia!" It was a restrained joy. We couldn't share our achievement with anyone. We couldn't even register for the championship or supply it to our favorite cafes.

 Kenya Ngunguru was a brilliant coffee. With a very sweet, sweet acidity, a buttery body, a long, flavorful drink, like biting into a blood orange.

 So we decided to have an internal championship. We dressed up and entered the competition. There was a blind vote, and we tied. In the end, Oscar, the chicken, won the championship. The green one was chosen by the cop, Michele. And I, Captain America, selected him.