She said, “I don’t smoke the hard stuff, I smoke kids’ cigarettes.”
“Kids’ cigarettes?” I ask.
“Yes, for kids.” she replies.
Something must have been lost on translation. I venture a guess,
“Do you mean junior sized cigarettes? Small ones?”
“No, over there during Communist [fascist] rule, we had cigarettes for kids,” she is saying this into my shocked expression, eyebrows at maximum confused wrinkling.
I tried once more to really understand this. She is telling me that they distributed kids cigarettes. Here, see? Look? And she is right. Tiny sticks. To a kid…. early addiction.. although they are no longer branded as such, they are pretty much the same cigarettes these kids have been smoking since regime days.