Balancing on the Stub (D F NL)How it feels to really maintain one's New Year's resolutions *I smoked my first cigaret because I wanted to be a rebel, feel the freedom of the Marlboro Mann in the *Weiten* of the Wild West. Actually, it was not a cigaret at all that I lit up. My starter drug was a *Rohrkolben, also named ... or ..., that I'd pulled from the reet at the lake. I'd filled it with tobacco and smoked it behind the rhododendrons in the garden of my parents. Even in the village of Pinneberg, in the deepest province of Northern Germany, I now felt the promise of adventure, despite my coughing. It was the end of the eighties. I soon switched to Camel, then to West Lights. There I stood, in the smokers corner of the school yard, and dreamt after the smoke *Schwaden. I now was a proud smoker. I reacted stubborn to teachings *Belehrungen. My family pleaded *bettelte, friends insisted *drängten, and as a student in the USA, complete foreigners asked me whether it were not the proper time to stop. Till now I can't stand missionary Americans. I smoked a lot and I liked smoking. I loved these time-outs, this short *Herauslösen from the daily routines, this feeling of distant floating above realities. I shared everything with my cigaret: happiness, misfortune, nervousness, work, *Genuss - she was part of my life. I devised cuddly names: ciggie, zippy, lolly, fuse. During the night I got up for her, and in the morning she was my first thought. Most people didn't know me without this thing in my face. I didn't have yellow teeth or a stinking breath - I looked after that. *Irgendwann One day I'd become a "20 pack-year smoker", according to the denomination of science when they investigate lung cancer risk groups. For more than 20 years I smoked a packet a day. Then I stopped. I've to write this sentence twice, that's how happy it makes me: THEN I STOPPED. How? Simply like that. It happened at New Year's eve, two years ago. I wasn't prepared. I don't even believe in it. Just before midnight - on the horizon I saw the first rockets - I chucked the last cigarette into the river Spree. It was very easy because I knew; at the latest in three days I'd be feeble again, I'd be hooked again. But this time it was different from the previous trials, as weaning guru Allen Carr had died from lung cancer, as I double-underligned every second prhase in his book and nevertheless couln't stop. As I underwent acupuncture, therapy, hypnosis. This time - this time it lasts till today.
The app doesn't tell me that I gained more kilogrammes than I smoked cigarettes a day because I replaced one dependence by another. My app doesn't tell me that. That does my mirror image. Nevertheless my weaning makes me proud, though I know that my victory may possibly be only temporary. I'm not across the hill. Till now I love the odour of smoke and tobacco, and sometimes I ask a smoker to puff in my direction. The longing for the old life is here. I'm not pleased about that - but claiming the opposite would be lying. So till today - although I no longer smoke - I am a smoker, a dried-up one, if you like.
My contributions begin with: "I am Fiona, and I'm nicotine-dependent." That's a brutal statement, but it's correct. I'm leading a life in the balance on the stub. I can only maintain the balance with the help of like-minded. From time to time I'm asking myself why there aren't more groups as mine. In Germany there are living an estimated 20 million smokers. But there are only a handfull of such groups. Recently I said: "I'm Fiona, and I'm nicotine-dependent. If one day - against all expectations - I will be very old I will start smoking again." My last breaths with the stub. It sounds mad but I'm already enjoying that moment.
Many thanks to Fiona Ehlers for this account!
She describes what cigarette companies know very well but the "authorities" don't (want to?) understand. Children start smoking because of publicity, as a pubertarian reaction against the parents' authority, and because of the bad example. *Copyright: Homestory DER SPIEGEL 1/2005 - Gesellschaft page 58 Article and image reproduced for scientific purposes only, without commercial interest. Art images by unknown artists, downloaded years ago from the internet. |