Book: Happiness. Pictures and conspiracies

Morning newspaper. This paradoxical luxury. Located in a turbulent world, sitting in the coziness of the area and smelling the coffee. The newspaper is a solid horror, war, disaster. When you listen to it on radio, the voice of the announcer as if hammering nails into the brain, the stress provided. With the newspaper all differently. Unfold and somehow attach it on the kitchen table, between the grill and the oiler. Yes, you glide your eyes along the lines, impregnated tearing apart our world of cruelty, but it smooths out the smell of black currant jam, cocoa, toasted bread.