Coffee bean grinder

Now that I have a hearing aid, some sounds come in at hurricane force. Everyday things like rustling paper and rattling coffee cups are deafening. The worst so far is grinding the beans for a cup of espresso, an absolute torture for the ears. Yesterday a friend came over. “Coffee,” I asked? “Please.” He glanced into the kitchen at the coffee bean grinder: “Oh, how beautiful, a Silenzio!” I looked in amazement at the back of the grinder where the name of the infernal machine was written: ‘Silenzio’.

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