From my childhood I lived in Haifa, because I was born in this city, but only from 1963, when I was 21, I gradually became aware of Haifa’s cafes. Until then, a daily seating was included in a cafe, and suddenly – in Nitza Cafe, in front of the Prophet Mail – I became aware of the special magic of the cafes.
The first coffee at the Hazz family
I sipped the first coffee for about 10 years before, at the Hazz House in Western Haim, where we sat on the balcony in the yard around a table, with a “table” of six and threw play cubes-each in its method and deputy, or at least we followed the competitors, their comments, their speech, and their professional expression.
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