I'm not exaggerating the noxiousness of Balkan smoking and vaping. Part of the culture, so you just have to accept that the air will be a bit poisoned in the polis. One reason the morning runs are always calculated to hit the point between the dogs and the first waves of smoking/vaping humans on the sidewalk. Inter canem et lupem.
Walked through an absolutely noxious cloud on the way to the grocery. It's a bit like biking through Harlem -- once you have the first indication of the scent, you try to figue out the vapor trail and pick another vector. Thought I might need a month of detox afterwards. And then, in the evening, to the old market on the apparently largely Muslim side of the river, though in fairness the constant mild tincture of sweetness in the air from the vapes was likely coming from the crowds of visitors. Walked to the mosque at the top of the hill, with the path ending in a sort of parking lot. Perhaps the wrong approach. Walked back down the other side of the hill, past a sort of WSQ 5-on-5 halfcout setup. Some decent shooting, but defense is not an emphasized skill here, nor apparently is rebounding -- the latter ceded by common consent to the tallest fellow underneath. Perhaps a hesitancy from politeness.
Admittedly, a vegetarian nonsmoking actor from the city would always have some difficulties in this part of the world. On the other hand, the ubiquity of smoke in the American downtowns now is one reason why I think it would be unlikely that I would head back to a big city. Dope the ghetto. Interesting times.