Suffering

After an excellent dinner at Gazala Place (the borekas were delicious), we came home to find our apartment completely full of cigarette smoke. It was so bad that it was like someone was actually smoking in our apartment. I hate when it's hazardous to your health to be in your own home. And that there's nothing you can do about it. If you don't know who's causing it or where it's coming from, you can't stop it. And even if you knew where it was coming from, you're powerless to stop people from having their habits invade your space. In the name of their personal freedom, you need to give up your own freedom to breathe clean air. It makes me sick. Another night of wearing a dust mask to survive, it seems.