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It would be unrealistic of me to never mention cigarettes and the role they’ve played in my life abroad.
Me: “I’m running to the potraviny (deli) do you need anything?”
Roomie: “Yea, a pack of cigarettes, ask for modry camel.”
I learned Czech colors by describing the rainbow of choices behind the cashier.
Everyone smokes in Prague. The best pubs are underground bunkers, where grizzled old men with nicotine skin and deep-set eyes order lager and chain smoke. The smog that at first singes your eyes, and turns into an invisible sheath for your hair, coat & clothing will eventually be forgotten. Even if you do not buy cigarettes, you are inhaling a resilient part of the culture.