Smokers’ country

It’s not easy to live in a smokers’ country as a non-smoker. Like tonight, on the boat from Kabataş back to home in Üsküdar. The weather is still nice, so I decided to sit outside to get some fresh air. I should have known better: in Turkey, people don’t sit outside for fresh air, but to smoke. So there I was, trying to point my noise to where there was no cigarette smoke. I tossed and turned, but had no chance amongst the seventeen (yes I counted) smokers polluting the nice evening air. I tried to irritate them all back. But I don’t think anybody noticed my fart.