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SNOWING IN BALI

to have the horse released and sent home after two weeks in the police cells, with the arrest kept low-key and out of the media. But Rafael was still edgy, because he didn't know whether the horse had spilled his name. He reverted to a quiet lifestyle, doing a clean sweep of his house, again soaking the floors in water, and tightening up his habits.

When I get the news, 'Oh shit' . . . I threw my phone, second time, this time from the cliff at Padang, then all the procedure again; quiet, not using. I was so afraid, I just quit everything for a couple of months, I disappear. I hid myself; I stay in my house, surf and sleep, surf and sleep. Very worried. After that I stopped doing the small things, like selling 1 gram here, 1 gram there and focused on selling kilos. Much safer.

Rafael was now using only horses who didn't live in Bali, so as soon as they cleared customs and made the drop, he could turn them around and send them back home. Protecting his freedom was his priority, but it was getting harder.

Out of the blue one day Rafael got a call from Alberto, telling him about a drug dealer's nightmare, literally.

Alberto called me and says, 'I'm so afraid. I had a dream last night where I got caught, and then someone was looking for you too.' I say, 'Alberto, forget it, man, be clear. Now is August, time to be quiet, so if you feel like that, follow your feeling, go to Lombok.'

But Alberto was busy dealing for the parties. It was high season and Andre had just hit the island with a horse bringing 3 kilos of coke and 2000 ecstasy pills from Amsterdam, and he'd given some pills to Alberto to sell. It was a dry patch in Alberto's big business deals, so he was taking risks, not only selling lots

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