I couldn't help but take a picture of these smokers I passed on my way to work this morning (on my camera phone unfortunately) – I would have been ready to bet that they are Mainlanders, as they were all sporting the trademark boxy suit and high waistline with bad leather shoes. Their smoking method was a giveaway, too – keeping the cigarette close to their lips whether they were inhaling or exhaling.
I couldn't say what mesmerised me so much about the bunch. I imagine it was the feeling of looking back through time by about 30 years... I forget that although we live in a Chinese country, it is one that considers itself lightyears ahead of the Mainland in terms of fashion, culture, commerce and architecture. Perhaps these guys just struck me as a nostalgic contrast to the logo heavy people walking past their little smoker's corner...
Or perhaps I was just hallucinating from the fact that I am exhausted from my child kicking me all night (I even woke up at 2am with Krusty in stitches next to me, saying that he had been playing with the baby for 15 minutes without waking me up, moving him up and down and all around my belly) and the neighbour's DVD machine automatically switching on full blast at 5am. Good training for when the bambino keeps me up all night OUTside of the womb?
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