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SUA CASA CAI - YOUR HOUSE FALLS

Back in Bali, Anna’s Stockholm win was a brief respite, but things were getting worse again. Rafael sold his jewellery to help pay the bills, but the bank was threatening to take the house.

Because when I was in Brazil she make so many bills, she borrow money, she borrow money from the bank and give the house paper to guarantee. And then she knows we’re going to lose the house, the bank’s gonna take, we have two months, and then she was in a hurry to make the money. I say, ‘I cannot do this anymore. Let’s sell the house, stop this shit. Start a normal life; I’m going to get a job.’ She says, ‘No, we cannot. Let’s do one more to cash in.’ I say, ‘No, don’t do it,’ but I don’t have any power over her. She says, ‘I’m going to do this, you pussy, I don’t care what you say.’ She organises everything. Then she says, ‘I’m gonna do this last one, easy, I go myself.’ I say, ‘When are you going?’ She says, ‘Tomorrow.’ ‘What? Tomorrow?’
- Rafael

Rafael warned her at least not to collect the couriered package - that was a job for a mule.

She was crazy, you know . . . she wanted to do it herself, she wanted to be a mule. I hired the people there to do this job and, after the thing arrives, everything’s clear, I fly and get the money. I say, ‘Fuck, you are a boss, you cannot do this job. This job is for a mule - you wanna be a mule?’ She says, ‘Yeah . . . you cannot do anything.’

So she went from Bali to Stockholm, and they send the coke from Peru. And she was calling me because it was delayed one day. I say, ‘Abort, abort. Don’t take it. Run. Run.’ I feel something’s wrong. I say, ‘Don’t ring me, just in case,’ and then she start to call me all

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