Here I was in Eastern Europe.
Where I least expected to see a young man fuss over the gas stove just to make a good cuppa of Turecká Káva or Turkish coffee.
Yeah that long handled copper pot they call džezva or cezve . He brought this precious cargo with him all the way to Budapest.
Hope it is very obvious to you up to this point , that I did not read up on Balkan history.
