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Saturday, December 6, 2025

COFFEE BEANS & BEINGS / ITALY'S 100-YEAR-OLD BARISTA THRIVES RUNNING HER OWN PLACE


Anna Possi poses for a photo behind the counter of her bar. Photos by Claudia Greco/Thomsen-Reuters.

GUEST BLOG / By Lisa Jucca, Reporter Thomsen-Reuters--In the village of Nebbiuno, perched on the Piedmont hills overlooking Lake Maggiore, Anna Possi is pulling espressos at Bar Centrale — just as she has done every day since 1958. 

 Despite having recently celebrated her 101st birthday, Italy's longest-serving barista shows no sign of slowing down. From behind the counter of the cafe she opened with her husband, more than six decades ago, Possi greets locals and tourists alike with the same precision and stamina that has defined her life’s work. 

Anna Possi talks to some customers outside her bar. REUTERS/Claudia Greco.

Possi, who was awarded Italy’s honorary title of Commander of the Republic last year for her lifelong service, has lived through war, economic booms, and cultural shifts. 

Speaking with Reuters over an espresso, she reflects on Italy’s changing coffee culture, as well as her secret recipe for longevity. 

Q. What first drew you to this work? 

A. My parents had a restaurant, bar and tobacco shop, and sold newspapers. I started working at 18, right after school. Since my uncles had restaurants in Genoa, I moved there in 1946, just after (World War Two) finished. I learned everything from the ground up — serving, cleaning, managing. 

It was a change from the war years: In Nebbiuno, we were caught between two fires — partisans (Italian resistance members) in the mountains and Germans on the lake shores. We were in constant danger. Later, I married my husband, who also ran a bar and restaurant. I did a bit of everything to save on costs. When that became too much, we came back to our home region and opened this tiny bar in Nebbiuno, just the two of us. 

No staff, no frills. It was initially just a coffee house because we did not have the license to sell alcohol. But when my husband’s aunt, who had raised him like a son, died in 1960, we expanded it a bit because she lived next door. When my husband passed away, in 1974, I continued on my own. It's been 51 years of working alone, as a widow, in this bar. But I like it because I like to be surrounded by people. 

Q. How has coffee culture changed since you first opened? 

A. In the early days, the bar was buzzing. We had five paper mills nearby: Customers used to come in the morning, have their coffee, and the workers would have a little grappa (an Italian spirit). We worked a lot back when the paper mills were running. There was a rhythm; it was a different kind of work. 

In the '60s, we added the dance floor. And people started to come from far (away), from the towns of Arona and Omegna. They came from all over because my bar was different, (it) was new. 

The village also had a restaurant and a trattoria, but we were the only place with a lakeview and an open-air dance floor. During that time, I had a great clientele, it was all lawyers, doctors, engineers — people who came and spent money. This bar is a bit like family, you know? 

Anna looks out from inside her bar.
Q. What role do cafes like yours play in Italian culture? 

A. This bar is a bit like family, you know? It does not feel like a bar; it's a meeting place. People come not just to consume, but to connect. They ask me to pass messages to the town hall, to the doctor. I help with paperwork, errands. I’m always available for everyone. 

If someone wants to use the bar to show their artwork, for instance, I say yes. And I do it for free. They’re customers, they give me business. Why would I ask for money? If customers leave something, it’s nice, because whatever they leave me always goes to charitable causes. 

 I’ve seen generations grow up. Some grandparents come in with their grandkids and say, “Anna, remember the jukebox?” Today, however, young people no longer come to the bar. They came when we had the dance floor and the music. Today, they like to spend time with the smartphone; they even take it to bed when they go to sleep. 

 Q: Has working as a barista helped you maintain good health? 

 A. Work is what distracts you and at the same time gives you something — it makes you feel independent. You don’t have to depend on others. Here in Piedmont, the women all worked, even back in the days when I was young — some in the fields, some doing housework, and others took on jobs from outside companies and worked from home. This wasn’t the kind of town where women stayed idle. I tell my granddaughters: work, save, don’t depend on anyone. The world is getting harder. 

Left: A sign reads 'Grandma Anna 100', inside Anna Possi's bar. 

Q: Is there a particular customer or story that’s stayed with you? 

 A. When the AC Milan football team trained nearby, that created a bit of a buzz because all the girls wanted autographs and such from the footballers. And since these players used to come to my bar, there was a lot of movement. They would stay at the hotel, train and then, around six in the afternoon, come here for an aperitif. And that attracted the girls. They went wild for Gianni Rivera, Egidio Calloni, Fulvio Collovati. It was a lively time. And these are memories that stuck with me. 

About the Author Lisa Jucca is the Global Industry Editor for Consumer Goods, Luxury & Retail at Reuters. She leads coverage of the world’s top companies shaping how we shop and live. Previously, Lisa was Breakingviews’ European Business Editor, analyzing corporate and financial trends across the EU. Her career spans senior roles in Asia and Europe, including Asia Finance Editor and Italy’s Chief Financial Correspondent. She has reported on the fall of Swiss bank secrecy, the euro zone crisis, China's debt-fueled economy and numerous M&A battles. Her investigative work on Vatican-China relations has been commended by SOPA. She has published a book about the Hong Kong protests.  She loves espresso.

Friday, December 5, 2025

FRIDAY FIBBING / USA IS FINALLY SEEING TRUMP FOR THE BULLSH*T ARTIST HE IS.


Illustration by Steve Sack
He came to power through a relentless assault of lies. But the debt owed to the truth is coming due. 

ESSAY BY MICHAEL TOMASKY, EDITOR OF THE NEW REPUBLIC MAGAZINE. 

From time to time, one of my school chums who is MAGA posts something like the following on Facebook: “Hey, libtards, you keep saying Donald Trump is dumb, but if he’s so dumb, how come he got elected president twice, overcoming your relentlessly corrupt attempts to steal the 2016 and 2024 elections, and escaped your nefarious deep-state schemes to put him behind bars?” 

That is supposed to be some kind of killer put-down that is supposed to leave people like me stammering. No stammering because the answer to how Trump has succeeded is really simple: He lies nonstop, and lying works. 

Sure, there are other factors in play—he tapped into and intensified a certain strain of profound proletarian resentment of liberal elites, and … well, that’s about it. But mostly, it’s the lies. Before I dig into this, let me define the word lie as I mean it here, since lies can take many different forms. The standard Trump lie is a simple blanket assertion of non-fact as fact. He does this many times a day. A notable if all-too-common example emerged last Saturday morning, when he “Truthed” (oh the layers of irony!) that he had “JUST GOTTEN THE HIGHEST POLL NUMBERS OF MY ‘POLITICAL CAREER.’” 

He sometimes veers into the deeper, more Goebbels-y lie of saying the exact opposite of the truth (Joe Biden stole the 2020 election), but most of his lies are of the more straightforward variety—up is down, black is white: the classics. 

We tell ourselves that we live in a free society with a Fourth Estate that calls out lies and holds liars accountable. And furthermore, we teach our children not to lie and warn them of consequences should they do so. In such a society, lying should not work. 

So why does it? 

It works on the public stage (private life is a different matter) because in that sphere, someone who lies all the time creates reality, or I should say “reality.” 

Think about it. 

Say four guys are sitting in a bar having a sports argument—talking about the upcoming college football playoffs, say. They begin by agreeing that Ohio State is the favorite because it is currently ranked number one in the polls, which it in fact is. But one of them says: No, Texas A&M is number one. The other three look at him like he’s insane. They reach for their phones, they tap, tap, tap, and they show him the rankings. But he keeps insisting. Those polls are fake. It’s Texas A&M. Everybody says so. The conversation stalls. The liar has “won” the argument. Not in the sense that he is factually correct; he is not. But he has won in two senses. 

First, he has shut down what might have been a rational, interesting, spirited debate that proceeded from shared factual premises. Second, he has forced the other three to waste time and mental energy debating a proposition that is not remotely up for debate, and in the process has succeeded in making himself the center of attention and controversy whom everyone else talks about. 

Well, you say, the other three could just ignore him, and in my example, it’s possible that they could. But now imagine that these four and their views are highly regarded by the other 100 patrons in the bar—that they direct the conversation, and the others listen to them and follow their lead. And imagine further that over the years, our Texas A&M acolyte has won the intense loyalty of 40 or 45 of the other patrons, such that they too adopt the position that the Aggies are in fact number one. 

Now, the entire bar is enmeshed in silly, pointless controversy. And finally, imagine one more thing. Imagine that our A&M partisan and his followers not only say of the Buckeye adherents that they are wrong. No! They accuse them of moral turpitude. They charge that believing that Ohio State is number one is a sign of confusion, weakness, depravity; un-Americanism, even. 

They do so with a singular conviction and vigor, enough that the 10 or 15 patrons in the bar who don’t follow college football at all and don’t know who’s really number one emerge genuinely confused and perhaps even inclined to believe them. 

That’s how lying in the public sphere succeeds. And, to reiterate, Trump tells many such lies a day. He talks to the press two or three times a day most days, which probably adds up to what, 45 minutes, an hour? Spitballing it at one lie every two minutes, which may well be low, that’s around 25 factual lies a day. (This is commonly referred to as a “Gish gallop”—a torrent of lies that comes so relatively hot and heavy that the truth can’t find a purchase.) 

Who can keep up? 

No one can. 

I complain a lot about the mainstream media, and with good reason—they spent years repeating Trump’s incessant lies in the interest of “fairness” (and they still do it too much). But this is one aspect of their task that even I concede is well-nigh impossible. 

A news outlet would need a staff of at least, oh, 15 people to really keep assiduous track of all that lying. No one can do that these days. Besides which, it’s human nature when confronted with a flood of lies to just give up at some point. Run up the white flag. If someone is telling you the sky is green and the grass is blue, at first you’ll argue with him. Then you’ll walk him outside to show him. But when he continues to insist on it, you’ll give up. 

This and nothing else is the secret of Trump’s success. He wins by wearing honest people down. After 10,000 or 20,000 or 50,000 such lies, Trump has distorted “reality” wildly in his favor. And, crucially, he has an entire political party and multimillion-dollar propaganda outlets repeating and reinforcing the lies. 

He, and they, have convinced about 40 percent of the country that Ohio State isn’t number one, metaphorically, and that you have to be a Communist to think so. And they’ve cast enough doubt in the minds of about 10 percent of the country so that they don’t know what to think. 

But here’s the good news: I sense that this is finally changing. I wrote above that Trump has an entire political party behind him. Well, not quite—now that’s minus one. I’m not going to ladle praise on Marjorie Taylor Greene here, but I will give her this much: Whatever her motivations, she stood up to the guy. Ditto Tom Massie. Their actions are communicating to the MAGA base in a way no Democrat could that Trump is lying about Jeffrey Epstein in some way, shape, or form. 

The seed is thus planted in the collective MAGA mind that Trump might sometimes be full of beans. There are other encouraging signs that the lies may no longer be working. 

The more Trump keeps bragging about the greatest economy in the history of the mind of God, the more people will see him as a conman. 

How anybody was dumb enough to believe last year that he could lower prices is another question, but for present purposes, he can’t convince most people that they’re not seeing what they’re seeing when they go to the supermarket. America may also begin to see this week the all-too-real consequences of his foreign policy lying. 

Trump has given Volodymyr Zelenskiy until Thursday to agree to the 28-point “peace” plan that he and his people drew up with the Kremlin that gives Ukraine almost nothing. 

If Zelenskiy hasn’t agreed by Thanksgiving, Trump says, he’s on his own. 

It’s a morally repugnant position for a president of the United States to take, and while I’m not naïve enough to expect that most Americans care passionately about Ukraine, they will grasp the fact that Trump has spent two years lying repeatedly about how easy negotiating peace in that conflict would be. 

Reality is finally starting to catch up with Trump. And so, to answer the MAGA crowd’s Facebook question more fully: He only looks smart because his lies have overwhelmed a political culture that didn’t know how to respond to them. 

If I were a Trump fan, I’d start worrying about what happens when that stops. 

 


ABOUT THE WRITER
. Michael Tomasky is the editor of The New Republic and the author of five books, including his latest and critically acclaimed The Middle Out: The Rise of Progressive Economics and a Return to Shared Prosperity. With extensive experience as an editor, columnist, progressive commentator, and special correspondent for renowned publications such as The Guardian, The Washington Post, The New York Times, the Daily Beast, and many others, Tomasky has been a trusted voice in political journalism for more than three decades.