Alausi and the Nose of the Devil
Sitting on the small balcony in front of our room and still half asleep, I stare at the small whisks of steam rising from the rim of my cup, filled with dark, strong coffee. The temperature is cool and a slight wind drifts a mixture of aromas from burning coal to roasted something to a sweet smell of roses towards our sitting spot and a small hummingbird with a long blueish green tail feather takes his morning drink from a…