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ãRemovable and washableã The outer cover is easy to disassemble and clean. The inner lid zipper opens so that you can remove or add buckwheat to meet your needs.
ãNeck supportã suitable for all sleeping positions, easy adjustment-adjust yourself to the most comfortable sleeping height, especially for people with posture, neck or spine problems; fit your body; comfortable and breathable.
ãMaterial effectã High-quality buckwheat filling, health-care function, calming and soothing, skin-friendly, moisture-wicking pillow, let you sleep well all night
ãSizeãLength 50cm, width 18cm, height 8cm/wear-resistant and dirt-resistant
ãHigh qualityã The thick noodle buckwheat pillow is stuffed with buckwheat husks. The buckwheat husk is sterilized by high temperature, corrosion resistance and insect-proof. Sleeping temperature will make the buckwheat husk emit a fragrance, which is very helpful for poor sleep.
The size is very suitable for travel 19.6in*7in*3.14inï¼50cm*18cm*8cmï¼ The effect of buckwheat pillows : 1.Buckwheat pillows have a good soothing effect, and for some people with insomnia and dreams, buckwheat pillows have a good health care and treatment effect. 2.Buckwheat pillows have the effect of invigorating blood circulation and blood circulation. For some elderly people, blood vessels are usually blocked. If you use buckwheat pillows, you can adjust it well. 3.Strong plasticity, adjustable support at will, easy to clean, buckwheat husk can prevent hemorrhage induced by fragile capillaries, especially for migraine headaches, cervical spondylosis, insomnia patients, cool in summer and warm in winter, breathable and soothe the nerves, can relieve fatigue.
At the end of a long and delicious night of revelry in the bars and bouzouki clubs of the Plaka, the ancient Athens neighborhood clustered against the base of the Acropolis, I followed my group of friends through the dark city streets into the odoriferous maze of the Central Market. Passing shuttered fish stalls, butcher shops, spice emporiums, and a drunk relieving himself against a wall, we entered a narrow side street. There we took our places in a queue that snaked down a flight of stairs and into a basement establishment. I thought at first that we had arrived at yet another watering hole, but when we were finally ushered inside I saw that it was something else entirely: a cavernous subterranean eatery, as crowded and raucous as if it were lunchtime. Beneath the glare of bare bulbs dangling into curls of cigarette smoke, customers dined shoulder to shoulder: revelers like us finishing a night on the town and workingmen — butchers, fishmongers, and vegetable dealers — seeking early morning sustenance before opening their stalls in the Central Market. “We already ate tonight. What are we doing here?” I asked my friend Adonis, an Athenian and our unofficial guide for the evening. “We’ve come for a bowl of soup,” he said, “but not just any soup.” This was patsa, he explained reverentially. “Salvation in a bowl” — a restorative tonic that would cleanse and bolster our blood and our livers and prevent what seemed to be inevitable after such a fine night: one hell of a hangover.
As soon as we were seated, a waiter arrived and covered our table with clean white butcher paper, snapping it into place with metal clips. Within moments he returned with a tray full of steaming bowls of pungently aromatic soup that he allowed to slop over the sides in his rush to serve us and the rest of the hungry crowd.
A tonic? My “salvation”? I mused to myself as I stared into my bowl. It looked more like broth to me. But as Adonis lifted his spoon to his mouth, he looked at me and said, “To this, my dear, we will be thankful tomorrow.” And he was right. …read more