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SNOWING IN BALI

In Bali, the discrimination was reversed. He was the man, hugely popular and, as a VIP guest at all the most exclusive parties, was given bracelets for free drinks. People would invite him to dinners at the best restaurants, telling him to bring some friends, refusing to let him pay. In return, he’d always bring blow and give friends free lines in the bathrooms.

It was funny because I was very friendly, people loved me because I was a nice guy, I know how to be nice in restaurant, eat properly, good education, but my English a little bit broke, but I think this is funny – they laugh when I say some words.

At the parties they give me the VIP bracelets, I cannot spend money because people call me, ‘Hey, Rafael, can you come to Warisan tonight, 10 pm, to have a dinner? I invite you.’ It was like this . . . ‘Come here, you can bring your friends, and bring some stuff.’ I say, ‘Okay.’

They never let me pay. I just do trips to the toilet, give some lines to people, but sometimes when the bill comes I want to show off . . . I hide myself and go pay and when the guy asks for the bill . . . ‘Oh, it’s already paid,’ because usually nobody lets me pay for anything. – Rafael

Rafael’s fame was growing exponentially. Because the island was small, people knew he was the coke guy. When he walked into a glamorous party, wearing his tight Armani T-shirt, gold chains, with his blond hair and good looks, heads would turn. People would shout, ‘Rafael, Rafael’, trying to get his attention. When he went to the toilet, people would race behind him asking to buy some blow.

It was funny because I’m busting to piss, I go to the toilet, everybody boom boom boom on the door: ‘Rafael, please give me 1 gram.’ ‘Stop,

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