These days it’s the common, shared experience of smokers to have been “exiled to the outdoors.” And it’s the same experience whether it happened to them in Moscow or Manchester or Melbourne. They’re all outcasts. They’ve all been tarred with the same brush.
But this shared experience is also what binds them together. It has to be a strong bond between these outcast smokers if they can feel connected to fellow smokers who live 100 miles or 3,000 miles away, whom they’ve never actually met in person, face to face.
It’s perhaps the same sort of shared experience that binds together army battalions, whose recruits all joined up more or less at the same time, and fought in the same battles against the same shared enemy over a period of years. They all used once to be bakers or bank managers or builders or something in some forgotten former life…
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