So this is an old story that happened about 10 years ago. I was looking for a drug deal, I needed money. I went to one of my “friends” and asked him, where can we get some drugs with a high return.
He knew what we needed to do, he tells me I have a friend from Africa, living in Spain. He can get us some cocain for a resonable price. I assumed we needed to go see him and that was true.
Next thing I know we are on a flight to Gibraltar, Spain. We are sitting on a bus to a smaller town. We get there and the guy shows up, doesn’t look like a gangster, not big not small, just a regular African.
First he takes us to what they called a joint, it’s an open house where some pimp or gangster rents out rooms to drug dealers and prostitutes and they would serve beer.
We hang out for a few hours and I didn’t really understand what is going on, my Norwegian friend tells me it’s time to go and pointed to the girls, asked me which of them do you want?
I am confused and he said, you know they are whores right? I say sure let me have that one. We got two girls to our appartment paid for by the African.
The next day another African comes, this guy is huge, like 125 kilos and 190cm. I can see they are packing the cocain tightly in what resembled eggs in the end, then the big guy said to me, come we need to practice, with babyoil in his other hand.
I look at my friend and I think to my self he got to be kidding, I can perfectly fine deposit it into my “safe” by my self. They start laughing and telling it’s a joke. I didn’t find it funny.
So the day comes it’s time to go back, my friend backed out and didn’t want to fly with me. I did the “deposit” and went to the airport, it was too uncomfortable so I had to get it out and I stashed it under my balls instead.
I got home and now my buddy wants half, I am mad as fuck, I gave him half, called the African and told him my friend got the stash and he will pay for it all, he had no choice but to pay.
A few months later I went back by my self. The guy told me to meet him at the same location. I went there, waited 1 hour. At this point I had this feeling something is wrong, I left the village and booked a hotell in the next town.
The day after he called and called, I sat on the beach smoking weed. Something told me, my inner voice or god if you will. You are not gonna do this. The feeling was too strong.
The dealer said he was in a car crash and showed me a photo of a broken hand with cast. In my mind I was thinking, you only broke one hand and using a phone you only need one. So I concluded he must have been kidnapped and beaten or something by his contacts.
He probably owed them money, went back to them because I came and they beat him for previously owed money.
I decided to leave. I’m on my way back to the airport. No cocain, only a few grams of weed. I’m about to enter the city and the bus stops. In comes the police with a dog. I said in Spanish “I got weed” they said “leave it for the dog to find”
They search all my stuff. When he patted me down he breefly touched my balls to feel for hidden drugs, clothes on btw. In Norway they would take all my clothes off and make me squat and bend, all kinds of degrading.
They gave me a warning and let me go. This was the las time in my life I smuggled hard drugs. If I had done the deal and was stopped like this I would probably go directly to prison for a few years. Moral of the story, listen to your inner voice and don’t deal with hard drugs.
