Drugs In The Bag With Guns And Money

Written by: Timo Saviaro

A special thanks to my dear friend Paul Oldham for translating this book into passable English.

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Covers by: Erkki Nampajärvi

Table of Contents

PROLOGUE

1. The Minimum Wage

2. The Freedom

3. The Never Ending Hustle

4. The Garden

5. The First Harvest

6. The Money

7. The Amsterdam

8. The Friendship

9. The Small Party

10. The Awakening

11. The Ferry

12. The Escape

13. The Misunderstanding

14. The Boss

15. The Drug Dealers

16. The Streets

17. The Betrayal

18. The Police

19. The Warehouse

20. The Recruitment

21. The Business

22. The Workshop

23. The Cocaine Highway

24. The Frustration

25. The Arguments

26. The News

27. The Next Morning

28. The Hospital

EPILOGUE

PROLOGUE

It was just another normal day at Schiphol Airport Amsterdam, heavy tourist traffic passing to and fro to view this famous European city, and also the suited and polished business men arriving for their conferences from all the corners of the world, and then the dark murky unwanted traffic too, that of the International drug smugglers.

There is at least 20 000 kilos of cocaine coming through each year on route from Dutch Antilles to Schiphol Airport, nowadays the couriers are called 'little ball swallowers', because they smuggle the drugs in rubber balls filled with cocaine, which are made from rubber gloves.

Rael, a 16 years old boy from the Country of Curaçao was sitting on a plane, KLM Flight 785 from Curaçao to Amsterdam and was just about to land. Customs officials call this flight the Cocaine Flight, because there was so many drugs arriving through this particular route, and Rael was becoming a little nervous as he had rubber balls inside his stomach. This was his second trip and the last time everything had gone okay, and he decided he would continue these trips until he was caught. The Dutch drug law stated that if he was caught for the amount he was usually carrying, he would be just returned back to Curaçao again without any jail time. He might not be able to come back to Amsterdam again but the risk was worth taking, because his last trips payment had already covered putting all his brothers and sisters through school. Rael was from a large family where there were seven other children their parents needed to take care of, and so they accepted what their son Rael was doing.

The plane had landed and the narcotics team was getting ready for action, four customs officers and a large German Shepherd were greeting everyone in the disembarking tunnel at the gate E 24. The dog immediately picked on a couple of suspicious looking boys from the line and they were taken away for a full body search. Rael appeared lucky again this time too and wasn't chosen.

He was waiting his turn in line at the passport control with all the other passengers. He had a cold sweat on his forehead as he saw more customs officers on the way and he felt nauseous, but he knew soon he would be in the clear and adrenaline from the excitement helped him to stay focused.

"I have told you so many times, don't run inside the airport, come here both of you!", a big sized woman yelled at her two grandsons who were wildly running around the line and yelling.

Rael was directly behind them and he just hoped that these two boys would behave, because he didn't need any extra attention directed upon him at the moment. Then he saw a customs officer looking his way and he instinctively tried to be invisible behind this big sized woman by becoming a bit closer to her.

"Boys, now stop it!", grandma laughed, as the two boys kept running towards her yelling 'you are it!' and then running away from her once again.

"Boys will be boys, right?", someone said to her in the line.

"I know, I ought to give you two a proper beating!", grandma yelled laughing, and pointed towards the boys.

The older boy gained more energy from his grandmother's yelling, and now when he knew he had an audience, he made all kinds of expressions on his little face just before he started running towards his grandma at full tilt.

"I will catch you, come here, come here!", grandma laughed and played along with the boys.

The older boy got closer and closer and grandma was ready for him, and Rael was still standing right behind them hoping they would stop their show.

"I – will – catch – you!", grandma yelled and tried suddenly to reach the boy and accidentally waved her heavy handbag towards Rael standing behind her. The heavy handbag had pointy hard corners on bottom of it, and they struck straight into Rael's stomach.

Rael took a step back and the impact didn't hurt him at all.

"Oh, I'm so sorry I didn't see you there!", said grandma smiling at Rael who smiled back at her accepting her apologies.

The line moved slowly forwards until it was finally Rael's turn. After this he would be in the clear and heading outside to meet someone waiting for the drugs. He handed his passport to the officer behind the desk at passport control.

"Could you step back a bit and look straight at the camera please.", the officer said to him, and Rael took a step back and looked directly at the camera.

The officer looked at his passport and then was startled when he looked at the computer screen to take Rael's picture.

"Sir, are you alright, sir!?", the officer stood up from his chair and waived his hand to the closest customs officer to come immediately.

Rael was having some trouble with his vision while staring at the camera and white foam had appeared at the corners of his mouth, then everything became silent and he couldn't hear a thing. Finally his legs just gave way and he collapsed on the ground, and slowly his vision faded away completely. The customs officer came to tap his face lightly.

"Can you hear me boy! What is wrong with you, medic, we need a medic here!", he shouted trying to stir him, but Rael was already gone.

1. The Minimum Wage

February in Rovaniemi Finland 2006, and Jukka and Teppo best friends are playing a football video game on a Friday night, eating junk food and smoking weed. Jukka the oldest aged 27 had been out of a job for six months now, and the weekend was nothing special for him anymore, although Teppo 24 was really happy that it was Friday once again.

Before Jukka had quit his job, they had been working for a couple of years at the same place but in different departments where Teppo had been a repairman, and Jukka a salesman. The company was called Arin-paja, and it sold mainly cell phones, sim-cards, internet packages, and various phone accessories.

Jukka had quit his job, because he just couldn't take any more being made the scapegoat and the angry outbursts that he received from his boss. Their boss was also the owner of the place, and that could be difficult sometimes. In Jukka's opinion there should be at least one guy between you and the boss when things went bad and especially if the boss happened to be one big giant asshole.

Enough was enough and when Jukka was sick for two weeks, it was a really painful time. He couldn't swallow any food and drank only liquids, and when he finally got better he went straight back to work even when he still felt a bit weak. But the first thing that Jukka heard after this two weeks of suffering, was a warning from the boss arguing if his sales figures didn't improve, then his future at the company would be in doubt. And Jukka tried to explain how could he sell anything, while he was at home sick in bed without being able to even eat properly, but it didn't help. The boss just kept repeating the same things over and over again, that if his sales did not rise,... Well then something would have to change. By this point it was obvious that the man was crazy, and you can't reason with a guy like this, who doesn't understand anything of the world around him.

Jukka decided to keep working until his next payday, and then he went to show his middle finger to the boss man. The boss started to yell at him about why the hell he had resigned so suddenly, and Jukka explained to him, that it was because he was crazy and should maybe seek some help to get back to reality again.

After that, Jukka had been just enjoying his freedom again living on welfare.

"Hey this is really good stuff for a change!", Teppo said, packing some weed into his bong.

"Sure... This time Mr. E did his job right.", Jukka said, because in Rovaniemi sometimes what you thought you bought, wasn't the same thing that you got.

Teppo told stories about his workplace again, and it made Jukka laugh.

"That phone was something unnatural, I had on white gloves when I began to repair it, and after it was done, my gloves were rotten and filthy again.", Teppo explained. Sometimes it was just unbelievable how dirty their cell phones could be, it's like there were pieces of their ear inside them, or something really creepy.

"Sounds horrible!", Jukka laughed.

"I hate my job too.", Teppo stated.

"Why don't you quit then?", Jukka asked.

"Then I wouldn't have any money.", Teppo answered.

"Oh, yeah? How much money do you have in your bank account at the moment then?", Jukka asked.

"Fifty euros or something like that, and the next salary is coming after what? Two weeks I think.", Teppo said.

"I have over sixty euros, and I don't even work.", Jukka laughed.

"What? How can that be?", Teppo asked.

"Well, I don't have to buy anything else than food. And then pay the rent of course.", Jukka explained.

"I don't buy anything else either!", Teppo was getting angry.

"Yes you do but you just can't see it. Every day you go to get lunch for example. It's 10 euros per lunch, and just that costs you 200 euros every month. Then you have to buy food for your home too, let's say for 300 euros per month. Fuel is not free either, so your car is eating at least 100 euros a month which includes the costs of your car's insurance and taxes as well. And how much is your rent?", Jukka asked.

"For a month 460 euros, plus electricity about 30 euros a month and water is something like 20 euros a month.", Teppo said.

"So now we are at 1110 euros, how much is your salary?", Jukka asked.

"After taxes 1250 euros per month.", Teppo was now really thinking about things.

"Okay, so you will have 140 euros for spending money every month. Now you have bought weed for 70 euros, and then you ordered a pizza and a big bottle of soda, and that leaves you... How much?", Jukka smiled.

"Fifty euros or something", Teppo said.

"Right.", Jukka said, and began to laugh.

"For fuck's sake!", Teppo got angry because he hadn't even thought about it like this before.

Now Jukka couldn't even speak properly because he found the situation so funny.

"So basically you are now just working to be able to go to work, isn't that funny?", Jukka laughed.

"No it's fucking not! What's the point of it all?", Teppo was not laughing.

"I don't know.", Jukka replied.

"Well how much money do you get then?", Teppo wanted to know.

"Umm... Let's see... My rent is 455 euros with water. Then there is the electric bill 30 euros, internet and all the other small bills like that maybe 40 euros, and that's that.", Jukka was counting with his fingers.

"And how much you get every month?", Teppo asked.

"Well, my welfare is 520 euros, and then the social services help with 270 euros for my apartment, and the total is 790 euros. So I have something like 250 euros for spending every month if I have thought of everything, but of course I'll have to spend it all on food. Thanks again for this weed by the way.", Jukka smiled.

"Fuck you! You should buy weed for me you rich son of a bitch!", Teppo laughed.

Now all this had made Teppo think a little. Because for the last six months he had been working five days a week, giving time from this precious and only life to someone else, and practically for nothing, when Jukka had just been playing his guitar all day, every day.

"This can't be right, but of course you don't have a car, like I do.", Teppo said proudly.

"Well, why do you need that car anyway?", Jukka asked.

Teppo thought for a while.

"To get to work.", he said sadly.

"Exactly.", Jukka said and then they went onto the balcony to get some fresh air and cigarettes.

They both sat quietly at the benches on the balcony, and Jukka could see Teppo was thinking about things.

"It's nice weather again.", Jukka said sarcastically, because it was freezing and dark outside.

Teppo didn't say anything about that, and Jukka kept talking.

"Nice view by the way.", Jukka smiled again, because the only thing they saw from this balcony was an apartment building across the street, and its facade was built from grey bricks.

"My life sucks.", Teppo finally said.

"Both our lives sucks.", Jukka stated.

"But you don't have to work.", Teppo added.

"Well, I would like to work, but I can't see why, with the salary that they have been paying me in every job that I have had before. It's just not enough.", Jukka explained.

"But I work and I have 50 euros in my bank account, you don't and still you have the same amount of money as me in your account.", Teppo said.

"Right, and the people are so fucking blind, because some of them are accusing the welfare of giving too much to people, and that's why they don't go to work. Like I enjoy this situation, where I have 60 euros to spend on food for the rest of this month, two weeks more to last with just that 60 euros. I mean what if my washing machine broke?", Jukka asked.

"That minimum wage is just not enough. It should be at least doubled, and then there would be a real reason to work when you were also able to save something every month. But this amount is ridiculous!", Teppo dropped his cigarette in to a pickle jar, and they went back inside.

It was time to eat some pizza. They had been developing this thing called 'the circle of pleasures', like there is 'the circle of foods'. But with this one, they first would eat some junk food, then roll up a nice blunt or take some hits from the bong, while playing video games. Then they usually made some coffee or drunk a couple of beers with the joints, and then after the smoking break at the balcony, the circle started all over again.

After round number four, Teppo had made a decision.

"You know what? I will fucking quit my job too.", he said.

"Well, that calls for a celebration!", Jukka raised his beer bottle.

"I mean what the fuck, how can I be working there after this? I would just sit there thinking that I am just working there, to be able to be there, I can't live like that for Gods sake!", Teppo laughed.

"I know, that's why I quit too, and also because of that crazy boss man. Is he still yelling all the time for nothing?".

"He sure is, I think his wife doesn't suck his dick enough, at least every time I see him yelling, I only hear him yelling this in my head.", Teppo started to sing: "My wife doesn't give me any pussy!"

Jukka spilled his drink while laughing.

They enjoyed the rest of their weekend just playing more video games, and after Teppo had made his final decision about quitting his job, he felt great. Jukka was also pleased, because now he got a friend for the weekdays too, and maybe they could now develop some other ways to get more income together.