Ana, without coffee she could not write, all the ideas of her next story were going around in her head, they were like little birds fluttering in the nest but they did not end up nesting there, in her head. Since coffee was banned in the country, her life as a writer had taken a turn, coffee was important to bring her stories to life. That wonderful ritual of boiling the water, placing the ground coffee in the strainer, watching the dark liquid bubble as it drips and smelling that unique and indescribable aroma and then slowly taking each sip was what inspired her. This was the only way she could masterfully capture her wonderful fictional stories, the ideas flowed clearly from her brain to her hands, her fingers merged with the keyboard forming a single whole with her and her computer. ___  ___ Yes, she would definitely have to do something about it, she would not let another day go by without preparing that inspiring elixir of her stories. So without thinking twice, he took his backpack and enough money to pay for the now clandestine product. He had been given an address where he could get it, it was a store in the city market, the only problem was that the guards checked the bags when leaving the market. Well, she would use her writer's wits to avoid being discovered. Once in the market she went to the recommended store and indeed, there was a man of rough but friendly appearance, he said good morning and handed her a list of products whose initials formed the word coffee, that was the password to receive the precious product. ___  ___ The shopkeeper, stared at her and then nodded with a huge smile, after a while he came out with the products on the list, Cumin, Oregano, Fennel (two bulbs) and an Eel, the price did not seem expensive so she opened the bag but did not see her precious product, so she looked up and the shopkeeper with a whispering voice told her that she was carrying the most important thing. Now it was her turn to pass the test of fire, which was to pass the check of the guards at the exit of the market, she stopped and bought two pieces of fresh bread and when it was her turn the guards checked her backpack and then the shopping bag, they asked her if she liked to eat eel, She put on an amused smile and answered that she didn't, but that she would receive a visit from her father and would prepare her favorite meal, eels stewed with fennel cream, they let her leave without problems, for a moment she thought her heart would stop, so she hurried home. When she arrived home, she locked the door and pulled the curtains of the windows, she felt like the heroine of her own story, she was also intrigued about where her precious coffee was hidden, so she took out the products and there, carefully hidden among the oregano was the plastic bag that kept her precious product, coffee. Now she would wait for the night to fall, and while everyone in her town slept, she would prepare her dark elixir that would allow her to give free rein to her imagination and thus finish that fictional story that had been so hard to put in writing. ___  ___ This is my participation in the #8 contest of the community coffee cup cinnamon with the theme [the fight for coffee](https://peakd.com/hive-152524/@cinnccf/stb-contest-8-and-wk-7-winner-video-announcement). With this publication I present myself in the community in which I had not found how to participate, I celebrate this contest so original to write a story about this universal product and so precious to all, coffee; I can not imagine the mornings without coffee, so I would be willing to risk to get it. I hope you like my story and from now on I will be attentive to your publications. Happy coffee to all. ___ I designed the cover, collages and banners with the Canva application and the images are my own photos and others from Pixabay. ___ 