Feel East Timor

The recent turmoil in East Timor has really got me thinking about how delicate the coffee chain is. Holding a handfull of green coffee you can almost feel the path the beans have taken. How many hands have touched those same beans?

What is life like for the family that picked the cherries?
The man that pruned the trees?
The woman that sorted at the mill?

Looking at a stack of coffee-filled burlap sacks, you can imagine them piled up in a warehouse far away in a producing country... like East Timor.

What is happening outside that warehouse?

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