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SNOWSTORM

The house was now swarming with cops. They'd discovered a stash of cash in a safe, and used some of it to buy a box of beer and food. They were walking around in the guy's floral board shorts, floating in his swimming pool on his surfboards and watching his plasma TV, while the maid, the girlfriend, the gardener and the dealer were held prisoner in the bathroom.

Bad news spread fast. Another Brazilian friend of Rafael's had watched the whole drama through his window and called him 10 minutes after the bust. Rafael's instant reaction was panic.

I near to get heart attack. I think, 'Shit, they are going to come to me.' My heart beat dededede. But when I think calm and clear, I say to myself, 'Relax, man, you did the right thing, you didn't get involved. That's it.'

I go surfing in Uluwatu the day after in the morning cos I was, like, 'Aah, I need to surf.' I cancel my class. When I come out from the water, was 22 missed calls. I say, 'Fuck.' I have to put my phone off, because all the Brazilian community, everybody call me, 'Where is the guy?' 'What's happened?' 'What did he have, coke?' I say, 'Fuck, man, I don't know.' Then my surf partner was pissed off with me because I answer. He say, 'Don't answer the phone, man. Fuck, you're going to get in trouble.'
– Rafael

In Bali, there was panic. The beach in Canggu was swarming with undercover cops, and the dealer's friends, customers, partners and sellers were all getting strange phone calls. Some fled to other islands; others flew overseas. The dealer's main seller, a European man, nearly fainted when someone broke the news to him.

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