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LEMON JUICE KING

He was always sniffing inside the aeroplane. All the time he travel, he put something in the ass just for himself, it's crazy.

– Andre

His life was a blast – he was living his dream, until the day he crashed a glider in Bali and died. For years he'd been making disparaging jokes about paragliders using 'plastic bags', believing it was a lesser sport than hang-gliding. But one afternoon, untypically flying a 'plastic bag', he lost control and crashed hundreds of metres to earth.

Lying there unconscious, with blood pouring out of his nose and mouth, it looked hopeless. He'd broken his femur, hip and ankle and split his intestines. 'When the doctor in Denpasar come to see me, he says I'm already dead.' But his long-time loyal friend Gui, the guy who'd called out to him on his first crash into the cliff all those years earlier, wasn't giving up without a fight.

Gui organised a plane to take him to Singapore, where he'd get better medical care – in Bali they were already talking about amputating his foot. While waiting for the plane, Marco, who'd lost 3 litres of blood, had a transfusion from a friend with a matching blood type. It took 24 hours to organise the flight, as the pilot insisted on cash upfront. Once he had it, they took off.

Flying over Jakarta, Marco had a heart attack and died, but was resuscitated. With the plane's oxygen then depleted, Gui told the pilot to go down. The plane made a pit stop in Jakarta to fill up on oxygen. Marco was critical, slipping in and out of consciousness. When he finally made it to Singapore General Hospital, he was in bad shape and looked unlikely to make it.

This is the most emotional story ever. When I have the accident, I die. Marco survives again. Oh, you don't believe, you don't believe . . . My heart stopped, back again, first time. Second time, inside a

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