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SNOWING IN BALI

Every month, I send cocaine to Europe and get €50,000 profit or I send every month 2 kilos, 3 kilos and every month come €50,000, €100,000 profit. In Brazil my life was fucking beautiful.

- Andre

To Andre, life was about the ability to wake up in Brazil, whimsically fly to Paris for a David Guetta concert and then on to Hawaii or Bali to surf a few days later. Living moment to moment made him feel alive. But such an indulgent lifestyle costs big bucks, and it was a freak incident one dark night, when he was just 19 years old, that gave him the key to living his impulsive dreams.

He was smart, educated and polite, from a wealthy upper middle-class family. His sisters were doctors; he was the black sheep. As a teenager, he’d sacrificed his family, choosing a fast life of fast bucks over humdrum routine. He was studying tourism at university and working casually at his father’s fishing company, selling shrimp to São Paulo’s top restaurants, when overnight it rained money.

I was in the house and the captain from one of my father’s boats comes and says, ‘Hey, Andre, you smoke marijuana, don’t you?’ I was surprised. I say, ‘Yeah, Master Antonio, you know I like marijuana. Why?’ He says, ‘The beach is full of marijuana.’ And he shows me one pineapple can full of really, really good quality stuff. This was a point in my life when it changed.

Andre raced down to the beach and saw hundreds of washed up pineapple tins scattered on the sand. In the moonlight, he ran around collecting 108 tins, which he stashed in his father’s beach house. The next day he saw a newsflash. Police had

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