“I always thought it would have made me sick or made me cough,” Ms. Marian said as she recalled her first drag, at 16, at that summer camp in Romania. “But it was like I had always smoked.”
Her father was a journalist and her mother worked at the National Theater; both smoked. Her father’s position brought them privilege — a nice apartment in the center of Bucharest, the summer camp. Ms. Marian attended a government school that focused on physics.
She smoked off and on, mostly at a cafe over a cup of coffee. But it wasn’t until she moved to Haifa, Israel, with her mother, after her father died, that she bought her first pack. She was a student again, studying electromagnetic engineering at Technion, Haifa’s polytechnic university. Everyone smoked, so she smoked more.
She met her husband there. He was studying civil engineering. They began as friends in 1981 and romance seeped in. In 1986, they married. In time, she tossed engineering aside to help a friend with corporate accounts at a travel agency.
“I always liked to travel,” she said. “All these nice places. It spoke to me.”
Moving to the United States was a key goal. She settled into Jackson Heights, Queens, in 1990 with her husband and had a son, who graduated from Bronx High School of Sciencetwo years ago. He is 19 now, a sophomore at the State University at Stony Brook. She worked first as manager of an Israeli restaurant in Queens, then jumped to reservations at a travel agency, and now coordinates travel road shows for clients of HRG, a huge firm specializing in corporate travel.
She became a citizen in 2000 and, like many immigrants, is fiercely loyal and proud of her adopted country. “If anybody asks what I am, I say American,” she said.
But, like a parent with a gifted child who doesn’t live up to expectations, she has been occasionally disappointed. She expected a meritocracy, where hard work and intelligence rule the day, and found that whom you know and how you present yourself can best the best. The smoking rules, too, bring back a few memories of her childhood.
“Land of the free, I envisioned it that way,” she added. “I probably idealized it. Being born and raised in a Communist regime, I was looking for the exact opposite — capitalism, free market, individual freedoms.”
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