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This book is NOT free. But…

I know not everyone can afford to pay. That’s why I decided to leave it openly accessible. Because knowledge should not have a locked door.

Still, I deeply believe that all work deserves to be valued. And this is my work. If you downloaded it, read it, and it helped you — pay what you think it’s worth. Pay what you can. With your contribution, I’ll be able to keep doing what I love most: teaching, sharing, researching, breaking dogmas, and helping others learn.

And why limit yourself? Maybe you’re an eccentric millionaire who just got blown away by what you read. Or maybe you’re part of a company that wants to support a different voice in the coffee world. Whatever the case, if this book moved you — you have the power to help us keep going.

Because we’re about to lose the place we live in. It’s a simple house, but it’s our home. And it’s also our workshop: the space where we record videos, run experiments, and create everything we share with so much love.

We’ve been renting it for 13 years. Now the owner wants to sell it. He offered us the option to buy it, but we don’t have savings — because everything we’ve done, up to now, has been free and for the love of coffee.

I’m not a materialistic person. I’ve never done anything for money. What drives me is teaching. Sharing. Making others happy. That’s always been my engine. And it still is. But today, I need to ask you something.

If this book helped you — If at any point you thought, “These crazy people deserve it!” — then maybe today is the time to support us. We need to raise a huge amount in very little time. We don’t know if we’ll make it. But if this text touched you, and you can contribute even a little, you’ll be helping us not lose our home — nor the place where everything we do is born.

How was the book born?

A few days ago, I had no idea I was going to write a book. I just wanted to explain one thing. Just one. I wanted people to see what I saw when I discovered that the temperature inside the coffee puck wasn’t uniform. I thought it would be a small post, a clarification for those who hadn’t understood my Antitheory. But then something happened.

And I don’t know how to say this without sounding strange. I felt like something took over me. As if someone — or something — took control of my fingers. I didn’t sleep for six days. I just wrote. I didn’t edit. I didn’t think. It just poured out. I wrote as if I needed to get it out of me in order to breathe.

And now, as I reread this book, I don’t recognize myself. I’m not a writer. Spanish is not my native language. And yet, every word is written from the deepest part of me. I think it’s because what I saw, I saw all at once. I saw my certainties collapse. I saw how an idea I had never questioned — the idea of homogeneous extraction — had shaped my entire way of thinking. I saw how I believed I was thinking freely… but I wasn’t.

And that’s when I understood: Propaganda isn’t just political. Propaganda also lives in technical ideas that go unquestioned. This book wasn’t born from peace. And that’s why it’s written the way it is. With trembling hands. With a lot of fear — but also with the certainty that it had to come out.