The Day That Changed My Life
I smoked for 38 years but it took me a moment to stop. No, it is not a joke; yet at the same time it is not completely as simple as that. This is my story.
Everything started with my first kiss. Yes, he was a smoker, and in addition to all the pleasures that a kiss can give there was a new to me irresistible masculine aroma which made the kiss unforgettable. Being haunted by the strong impression of the smell and the taste of a cigarette, and in desperate attempt to retrieve, at least, something of that date on a physical level, I stepped onto the forbidden territory and lit MY cigarette.
Now, looking back and realizing with astonishment that I smoked two thirds of my life, I experience mixed feeling about smoking. On the one hand, I probably could have bought a house instead of all packets of cigarettes. Or I would not have felt awkward when, at times, my voice would become so husky and low that I was not able to speak to my pupils normally without stopping ”for a breather”. On the other hand, I had a lot of new pleasures from smoking after the reason for the first try faded away. The strongest one was the deep understanding of what REAL ADDICTION was about, and I enjoyed living with something that was beyond my control. Also many times during a day a cigarette was like a sorbet between the two courses – it would serve as a finishing line for one project and at the same time it would open the gates for the next step. (Now instead I make a deep breath!)