A continuation...
So, this Chassidic (Hassidic) bullshit artist is sitting there telling National Geographic how he was new to Antwerp, a 23 year old newly divorced man, busy working as a stockboy in a Jewish corner greengrocer. One day, out of the blue, another Chassidic Jew asks him if he would like to take an all expences paid trip to Sao Paulo, Brasil. Now, if it wasn't a Chassidic Jew in his early 20s I might doubt this part but truth be told, they are like children. Imagine never having seen TV, never having listened to a radio- or any non-religious music whatsoever, never going to the cinema...never talking to a non-Chassidic Jew. This is how most live.
I'm actually a product of a Chassidic eduacation, until age 12 anyway. In my case, the Breslov Chassidim are the hippies of the religious Jewish world but enough of that for now...
Our protagonist arrives in Sao Paulo and is met by another Chassid he didn't know. At the end of his sedate week's vacation, his tourguide hands him a bulky manila envelope and tells him to pass it on to the guy paying for the vacation. "Sure, why not?" Back in Antwerp his benefactor meets him in a parking garage. The guy doesn't say anything but, "You got my package? You got it? You got it???" The Jew that just returned is like, "Gosh, why doesn't he even ask me how my trip was?" Hahaha. He hands over the envelope and the other guy screeches out of the carpark on 2 wheels.
Later he stops by the clueless guy's flat and hands him the equivalent of $10,000. He is like, "What the fuuuuuuuuck???" The dealer still has the envelope for some reason and rips it open on one of those cheap glass coffee tables and tells him, "You know what this is buddy? THIS is cocaine!!!" The guy is still clueless, "What is cocaine? What do you do with it?" The dealer giggles and tells him it makes you feel great, and if you sell it you can make five times your initial investment, then leaves.
A week or two later he asks him if he feels like another trip to Brasil. No doubt but this time, the mule asks to forgo the $10,000 commission and instead be allowed to be able to buy the same package that he is picking up fo the dealer, a kilo. After returning the dummy remembers that he has no idea whom to sell it to. "No problem" says the dealer. "I will send a boy by later. He will handle it." An hour later a Moroccan lad is at the door. Bagging it up he disappears with 20 bags, returns with the cash, and repeats the process until the entire kilo is bagged and sold- supposedly all in a single evening. Suuuuuure. Can't everyone sell a kilo worth of pure, stepped on and bagged as dimes? Hahaha. Whatever.
So now comes trip number three. Arriving in Sao Paulo he is told that the "Boss" would like to meet him. I am sure kingpins aim to meet every kilo customer who has made two buys. What a joke. He is taken to a nightclub with sexy Brasilian women and lo and behold, the "Boss" is an ultra religious Jew with a penchant for exotic ass. Meeting the Big Kosher Kahuna our hero is brusquely told to show up at the Boss' mansion the next day.
Nervously our would be coke kingpin does as he is ordered. He is instructed to drive the Boss' Bentley, carrying some insane amount like $50 Million and to boot, the Boss' amazingly sexy wife is going along for the trip. You just meet some smalltime fish and after 2 small buys you not only trust him your Bentley...not only with $50 Million in cold hard cash...but your voluptuous wife as well? Riiiiiiight.
As the mule and the Boss' wife take off she begins telling the courier how sexy he is and all that kind of bullshit. You need to remember, this is a 23 year old Chassidic Jew, shaved head, curled sidelocks, wearing the same black clothes they all wear and with a huge stomach as well! They stop at a motel for the night and of course she tries to convince the courier to share her room...and her bed...
To be continued...
So, this Chassidic (Hassidic) bullshit artist is sitting there telling National Geographic how he was new to Antwerp, a 23 year old newly divorced man, busy working as a stockboy in a Jewish corner greengrocer. One day, out of the blue, another Chassidic Jew asks him if he would like to take an all expences paid trip to Sao Paulo, Brasil. Now, if it wasn't a Chassidic Jew in his early 20s I might doubt this part but truth be told, they are like children. Imagine never having seen TV, never having listened to a radio- or any non-religious music whatsoever, never going to the cinema...never talking to a non-Chassidic Jew. This is how most live.
I'm actually a product of a Chassidic eduacation, until age 12 anyway. In my case, the Breslov Chassidim are the hippies of the religious Jewish world but enough of that for now...
Our protagonist arrives in Sao Paulo and is met by another Chassid he didn't know. At the end of his sedate week's vacation, his tourguide hands him a bulky manila envelope and tells him to pass it on to the guy paying for the vacation. "Sure, why not?" Back in Antwerp his benefactor meets him in a parking garage. The guy doesn't say anything but, "You got my package? You got it? You got it???" The Jew that just returned is like, "Gosh, why doesn't he even ask me how my trip was?" Hahaha. He hands over the envelope and the other guy screeches out of the carpark on 2 wheels.
Later he stops by the clueless guy's flat and hands him the equivalent of $10,000. He is like, "What the fuuuuuuuuck???" The dealer still has the envelope for some reason and rips it open on one of those cheap glass coffee tables and tells him, "You know what this is buddy? THIS is cocaine!!!" The guy is still clueless, "What is cocaine? What do you do with it?" The dealer giggles and tells him it makes you feel great, and if you sell it you can make five times your initial investment, then leaves.
A week or two later he asks him if he feels like another trip to Brasil. No doubt but this time, the mule asks to forgo the $10,000 commission and instead be allowed to be able to buy the same package that he is picking up fo the dealer, a kilo. After returning the dummy remembers that he has no idea whom to sell it to. "No problem" says the dealer. "I will send a boy by later. He will handle it." An hour later a Moroccan lad is at the door. Bagging it up he disappears with 20 bags, returns with the cash, and repeats the process until the entire kilo is bagged and sold- supposedly all in a single evening. Suuuuuure. Can't everyone sell a kilo worth of pure, stepped on and bagged as dimes? Hahaha. Whatever.
So now comes trip number three. Arriving in Sao Paulo he is told that the "Boss" would like to meet him. I am sure kingpins aim to meet every kilo customer who has made two buys. What a joke. He is taken to a nightclub with sexy Brasilian women and lo and behold, the "Boss" is an ultra religious Jew with a penchant for exotic ass. Meeting the Big Kosher Kahuna our hero is brusquely told to show up at the Boss' mansion the next day.
Nervously our would be coke kingpin does as he is ordered. He is instructed to drive the Boss' Bentley, carrying some insane amount like $50 Million and to boot, the Boss' amazingly sexy wife is going along for the trip. You just meet some smalltime fish and after 2 small buys you not only trust him your Bentley...not only with $50 Million in cold hard cash...but your voluptuous wife as well? Riiiiiiight.
As the mule and the Boss' wife take off she begins telling the courier how sexy he is and all that kind of bullshit. You need to remember, this is a 23 year old Chassidic Jew, shaved head, curled sidelocks, wearing the same black clothes they all wear and with a huge stomach as well! They stop at a motel for the night and of course she tries to convince the courier to share her room...and her bed...
To be continued...
