She’s neither pretty nor ugly. But she’s so damn alive. She loves butterflies. She’s humorous, with an unfiltered and direct understanding of the moment. Such vivid phantasy. She calls me Jackie – God knows why…”Do you mind?…” she asked. “You can also call me by different names”. When she heard that I called her Calypso she was thrilled.

She makes magic coffee. Probably the best in town…

It´s her presence making cafe Rossy a real harbour.