Swiss people walk, bike, use public transportation regularly- young and old, male and female. They are very active in sports and outdoor leisure activities - young and old, male and female. But pretty much every where you go, people smoke - young and old, male and female. At the train station, at corporate offices, on every street corner - people are smoking. I've seen smokers who look as young as Maureen all the way up to those in their 70's/80's - and every age in between. Granted, smoking is not allowed inside buses, trains, restaurants, schools, stores or offices, but they literally light up just outside the doors. Compared to what we have experienced in the US, I'd say that smoking seems to be on the rise here.
On a personal level, before moving here, all three of us would get an instant headache when we came in contact with cigarette smoke, which was pretty infrequently. But now, after living here just a little over a month, we encounter cigarette smoke multiple times a day and no longer react quite so strongly to it. That's not a good thing, but it is a fact of life.
Below is my poem about smoking.
|Picture taken just outside the doors to local Johnson & Johnson office building.|
a life sentence
is a drag
nails in a coffin
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