A deep sigh escaped from the middle-aged man as he tilted his head skyward.  

He pulled a cigarette from his pocket but didn’t light it. Instead, he glanced at me briefly before crushing the pack in his hand.  

Was there a problem with the filming?  

The man continued to exhale into the air as though he were smoking an invisible cigarette.  

Uncomfortable with the heavy atmosphere, I fiddled with the kettle filled with dandelion tea.  

"Hey, friend, how much does this tea cost?"  

"The tea? It’s free."  

"Free? But it gives a buff …