On my way back from Kosovo, I had a stopover in Ljubjana. The airport is non-smoking, and is equiped with small cabins into which people will cram to smoke before a flight.
It looks like a ton of fun, and I really feel sorry for people who have to smoke so badly that they'd submit themselves to such an environment.
And then, once in a while, you're privy to an astonishing feat of parenting...
For the record, I do not know the nationality of this mother, and believe that no generalizations can be made on the basis of the location of the picture. It is, after all, and airport, where you might find pretty much anyone with enough money to travel and access to visas.
It looks like a ton of fun, and I really feel sorry for people who have to smoke so badly that they'd submit themselves to such an environment.
For the record, I do not know the nationality of this mother, and believe that no generalizations can be made on the basis of the location of the picture. It is, after all, and airport, where you might find pretty much anyone with enough money to travel and access to visas.
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