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“مردم بومی از همان ابتدا به ارزش فلفل آگاه بودند اما این رومیان بودند که آن را به کالایی بین المللی تبدیل کردند. رومی ها عاشق فلفل بودند به طوری که حتی دسرهای خود را هم با فلفل می خوردند و این باعث گرانی همیشگی آن بود. تجار ادویه از شرق دور نمی توانستند بختی را که به آنان رو آورده بود باور کنند به طوری که یک تاجر تامیل با شگفتی می گفت: آنان با طلا می آیند و با فلفل می روند.”

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Book:At Home: A Short History of Private Life
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At Home: A Short History of Private Life

This book delves into the historical transformation of homes, examining how they have shaped our daily lives and social interactions throughout various eras. more

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Bill Bryson
Bill Bryson

Bill Bryson, born on December 8, 1951, is a British author known for his humorous and knowledgeable writing. His works span across various fields, including travel literature, natural history, and science popularization. more

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