Author: Robert Mekis (Ceska Lipa, Czech Republic, Europe)
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Contact: robert at robertmekis dot com
Categories: [reflection]  [sadness]  

I have always felt some kind of sympathy to Don Quixote de la Mancha. His battle against the wind mills was so similar to my attempts to force my father towards stop smoking since I have begun thinking if Don Quixote isn't my ancestor. Sometimes I worry if the monsters I am facing aren't much bigger than the Servantes placed in front of Quixote's lance. At least I found that direct attack is not the best solution and lance is not the most useful tool for friendly help only in so far as I do not want to erase the vice with its bearer.

Currently my father is touching 40 per day and he knows that it is slowly killing him but he is unable to stop. He tried many times to reduce it, but after a short period he returned to his score. I have captured this photo just after we had returned from short walk through the streets of our city and after two kilometers he replied me he is completely exhausted.

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