I brought two scobys to the repair café. One had a hole in the middle, the other was torn in two. If you have some knowledge about scobys, you know that they don't have to be perfect to make kombucha, you can cut them in pieces and holes don't really matter. Maybe I really brought them in to help fix the repair café owner, who was suffering and had built himself a footbath of death to ease the pain in his leg. In the days that followed, he got quite attached to the scobys and was consulting me regularly. He put them in a jar together and tried feeding them things they might like, first tiny bits of apple and then he tried some lemon. Whenever he worried about them, I measured the temperature and the acidity of the liquid. At some point a new scoby started to form and he couldn't have been happier.
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