It appears that we live opposite the local drugs baron, this information came to light last Friday as I sat gossiping with all the local mamas at the playground which is adjacent to our apartment block. A couple of local police cars and two Mossos d'Esquada cars pulled up and about 12 policia jumped out and began piling into the house opposite ours.
The local mamas I noticed (besides one who seemed a little sexually excited by the sight of so many men in uniform, even if they did all have their florescent vests on) took this in their stride like it was an everyday occurrence, barely batting an eyelid. Me being the nosy mare that I am managed to wait a full 5 minutes before demanding to know what was going off.
Ah yes, he's the local drug dealer...
Is he?
Yes, everybody knows this.
Why is he only just been arrested and raided?
*shrugs*
I could only draw my own conclusion, namely that clearly the Mossos fancied a day off from their usual duties of mithering innocent motorists on the N340. The entire spectacle lasted a couple of hours and to be fair to my fellow villagers they did start to take an interest, indeed I don't think I have ever seen the playground so full on a Friday evening. I think some people had even nipped off to borrow kids from other villages if they didn't own any themselves. Much communal brushing of streets took place, along with the sudden urge to clean windows. Sadly it seems that the bust was unsuccessful, certainly the man in question is still around and not banged up at Juan Carlos' pleasure.
This isn't an isolated incident though, we have suspected that our neighbours directly below us were also dealing out the Colombian marching powder to their Romanian counterparts, we cleverly deduced this by spotting a note crudely stuck to the communal letter box. It read "pay for your Cocaine - or else" or words to that effect, in Catalan obviously.
I think it may be time to consider a change of address.
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