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Can you guess what happened next? ThatвЂ™s right, both young mums who were both two feet from their infants, lit up cigarettes and started puffing the smoke in any old direction, including that of their tiny and of course vulnerable to carcinogens offspring. After the two mothers had breastfed them and got them off to sleep, they settled them very gently in their pushchairs. Their babies were both only a few months old, and both of them had been crying loud and long for their midday feed. ItвЂ™s probably necessary to add that they both looked intelligent women, as if they had their wits about them, and in case you are wondering, at lunchtime neither of them was drinking alcohol. There were about six tables on that balcony, all of them occupied, and next to me were two young nursing mothers in their late twenties.

Below us was a handsome beach with pure white sand and on it were numerous Greek tourists swimming and shouting and ecstatic. A couple of years ago in the Cyclades I happened one lunchtime to be sat on the balcony of a cafГ© that was overhanging the sea. Sometimes in Greece, land of all paradoxes, you really canвЂ™t believe what is going on in front of your eyes, and you donвЂ™t know whether to laugh or cry. These days of course the only handsfree Brit addiction is with the smartphone, and you would seriously wonder what kind of unforeseen toxicity might accumulate in the cells of someone who had been nurturing that habit for thirty years by say the year 2035. The unsupported fag in the gob and the inevitable painful smoke in the eyes, which of course cannot until the car is reached be brushed away, ceased to be standard street anthropology among British smokers I would say somewhere around 1962, alongside the advent of the mop-haired Beatles. More colourfully, if a Greek bloke has a heap of shopping in both hands and is heading for his car, he smokes his beloved fag minus hands en route, with a kind of jaunty virtuoso grimace as if to hint he is heroically fighting Fire and other Ancient Greek elements with his handsfree approach. More than half a century on, you still see Greek tradesmen with a cigarette tucked behind their ear and another one in their gob, the former being easier to get at than breaking off to locate the pack, so saving time on the job and hence a considered moral decision by a conscientious artisan.

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Of course, the Greek Orthodox church is full of saintly anchorites, past and present, apropos which I have very rarely seen an Orthodox priest smoking, though I have often seen them drinking heartily and unselfconsciously alongside their hospitable parishioners.ДЇar from being embarrassed by their addiction, Greek smokers are regularly spotted behaving in a way that vanished in the UK somewhere around 1961, in those good old days when British GPs were still advising housewives suffering from their nerves to take up smoking as a healthy means of relaxation.

If you stop to contemplate a Greek non-smoker you will inevitably see them as someone who is an accomplished renouncer or abstainer, possibly somewhere on the lines of a monastic anchorite.

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Meanwhile in Greece, someone not smoking looks as if something urgently functional and worryingly essential is missing from their innermost persona, which you might say in a double inversion or a serial and mad irony.

Here in the UK you soon notice it if you see someone smoking brazenly in public, and at least half of our nicotine lovers look moderately shamefaced by their hazardous and these days incredibly expensive habit. That is barefaced hyperbole of course, but letвЂ™s say that the situation is the exact opposite of how it is in contemporary Britain. You know when you are back in Greece, because apart from the dogs and small kids, everyone around you is smoking a cigarette.