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SUA CASA CAI - YOUR HOUSE FALLS

We start getting trouble trouble trouble, no money, can’t pay kids’ school, no money and she tells me, ‘I prefer to go to jail than live like that.’ I say, ‘What the fuck you talk about? You live in paradise – you have a house, you have kids, you have everything. Let’s stop, let’s stop,’ and my wife was already getting everything ready for a run. She was organising everything with my friend in Brazil, pushing too, call him, call him . . . ‘No, stop this shit. I cannot do it anymore.’

– Rafael

Anna decided to do a run to Stockholm. She flew to Brazil, where the cop Claudio supplied her with almost a kilo of blow, which she packed into the legs of a tripod and sent by DHL to Sweden, where someone was paid to collect it. Then she flew to Stockholm to sell it. It was a win.

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Fugitive Andre had also invested and Anna skyped him, asking him to fly in to collect his cash and party with some Swedish girls.

When the shit arrived in Sweden, she calls me, ‘Hey, Andre, can you come here to pick up your money?’ I say, ‘Oh, I don’t wanna go to Europe now.’ Then she puts three blonde girls on skype. ‘Oh, these are my friends. They’re dying to know you, Brazilian boy . . . oh yeah, Andre, come here to party.’ ‘Oh, why not?’ I was in Bali almost one year and a little bit bored, needed civilisation . . . I think, okay, I go to Europe, get my money, do some parties and come back with euros. Not a big deal.

But you were still being hunted?

Yes, stupid, you know.

– Andre

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