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SNOWING IN BALI

Then, it was over. The cop whacked him in the back of the head with his gun and he fell off his bike.

He wound up on the ground, with no hope of escape, four of the cops kicking and punching him. Young Balinese surfers came running out of the bungalows to see what was going on. They wanted to defend their surfer friend, but backed off fast when the men yelled, ‘Police’.

The other dealer involved in the run had luckily escaped, not only the police clutches, but two bullets that were aimed directly at him as he tore off.

Police took the Brazilian to his beach house, where they found his girlfriend, a gardener and a maid. They handcuffed the dealer to a shower pipe, then ransacked his house, searching for more drugs and going through his phone, his computer and his photos.

Police wanted information; they wanted other dealers — especially the one who’d eluded them back at the scene. They interrogated the captives, pushing the gardener:

‘Who was the guy who escaped?’
‘I don’t know anything.’

They hit the gardener in the face, giving him a black eye.

‘Where are his friends? You know his friends?’
‘No, I don’t know anybody, I don’t know anything.’

He was actually Rafael’s gardener, on loan to the Brazilian to beautify a new garden with his ‘magic hands’, but his friend held his tongue, saving Rafael from certain interrogation.

The dealer remained handcuffed to the shower pipe, released only occasionally for a beating and questions: ‘Who you going to sell to?’, ‘Who is your friend?’ and ‘Who sent this?’

I think they beat him very bad, but he didn’t get any stitches or bruises. They know how to give you pain but no evidence.

– Rafael

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