After we settled in we saw hundreds of people smoking from the youngest of 12 to the oldest of 70. We went to many plazas and saw many people smoking. The memory that I can remember most is when we where outside sitting at a table and someone behind us pulled out a cigarette. The breeze was coming at us and the smoke made me want to puke. I got light headed and begged to move to another place but there were no empty tables. Finally when the food came I started eating but half way through I noticed there was blood on my plate. I had had it with this smoking and now blood on my plate from the meat. So that's what I can say about smoking.
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