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SNOWING IN BALI

This guy is very skinny, my age, but he looked in so bad shape, like he's dying of cancer or something. The white skin, black eyes, we call him 'Ja Morreu', means already dead, like we say, 'Oh, where is the dead guy?' I remember I say, 'What's your hardest time in jail in Australia?' 'Fighting.' He says one time he was talking on the phone and one black guy broke his tooth and his nose.

– Rafael

He was asking for cash, but instead Rafael gave him a job, enlisting him to sell 50,000 ecstasy pills from Chino, and take a commission. Rafael rented a room for him to stay in to babysit the pills and make deliveries whenever he called. For Rafael, it was not only cash but insurance too.

I think now if he wants to fuck me he has a problem too. But he didn't, he did a good job, then he disappeared. I never heard from him again.

– Rafael

Back in Marco's room, Andre, Rafael and Marco knew a horse could get busted despite perfect packing, or being a revered prizefighter. Trafficking was always a risk, but it was minimised if you were a pro and used your skill. These three had vast experience and today they knew the frightened prizefighter was a dead cert to go to jail. A blind man could see his nerves. So, in a last-minute switch of plan, they decided to put the pills in a paraglider sail, so he could check that in, instead of wearing them. Andre had a spare in his room and ran to get it while Rafael raced off to buy carbon paper to wrap up the pills and make them invisible in an X-ray. It was frantic.

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