The Imperative of Change

Some years ago, my grandma was in her fourties and my grandfather used to smoke heavily, dark cigarettes.  They worked in agriculture, growing their own vegetables and wheat fields, and lived in a detached simple house in a village with an unpaved floor made of compacted soil.  My grandfather used to throw away on the floor, inside the house, the rests of the cigarettes he had smoked.  Photo by Teksomolika - www.freepik.com At that time, smoking was perceived as a sign of adulthoo...
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