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SNOWING IN BALI

Carlino says to me, 'Don't fuck with me, man. If you don't bring my glider now, I will kill you. Where is the fucking dope?' I said, 'Believe me, brother, I had a problem.' He says, 'You talk fucking bullshit. I'm going to kill you, motherfucker. You steal the cocaine.' 'No, believe me it's true, brother, the police caught the wing.' Dimitrius, Carlino, were all suspicion because they think, 'Why is the guy here and not the glider?' They think I hide the glider somewhere.

– Marco

Marco went back upstairs to lie down, exhausted but unable to sleep, with acute paranoia keeping him on high alert. This was now a deadly game of cat and mouse.

At 6 am, wearing the new pants, shirt and Nike cap, he went outside. The sun was just rising but the streets were already busy. After eating breakfast at a nearby five-star hotel, he took a taxi to the bus depot, on the advice of the receptionist. It was full of police. Marco stood out as the only westerner, but hid his face beneath his cap, bought a ticket and climbed aboard, relieved he'd soon be in Bali with his friends, who had to help him. This was their problem too.

On the bus, Marco didn't sleep, as much from paranoia as a sense of panic as the bus driver hurtled like a maniac along the roads. Headlights flashed and horns blared constantly as they wove in and out of traffic. Marco tried to stay calm. He had to keep his wits. A wrong step now would be fatal. The bus crossed on the ferry from Java to Bali, where there was the routine police document check. Marco had already bribed the driver with 100,000 rupiah to let him stay in the bus, ostensibly for a sore foot. He pretended to sleep, evading the police again.

Three hours later, the bus was close to its destination, Denpasar Bus Terminal. Exhausted but in survival mode,

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