Waking up early is one of the habits I have and going out with it. I like to hug the streets half empty in the city, to see the city wake up. The city has its silence, it's not all noise. The sidewalks are without heels; the streets continue to have cozy car beds. And not only this, but the hour of the OTA card threat is still sleeping. And then, from the seat of the square, I like to see another event: how the coffee houses open their doors. How the coffee house staff prepares the whole ceremony. The dismantling of the sculpture formed on the sidewalk with the seats of last night; again how the seat and the table achieve their freedom by freeing themselves from the chains, this time wanting to form another sculpture; sometimes forming two straight lines; sometimes squares. Slowly, the sunshades color the landscape, building mosaics of different colors. And finally there is the last element that will give you the identity of the coffee houses: the customers. This extraordinary study of sociology. There are no cardboard beds in the doors of the coffee houses.