How I Became An International Cocaine Trafficker

I was selling up to 5 or 10k there is a week of carrots on a couple of occasions the people who tried to kill me ended up spending nine years in prison in Ecuador I have had a human face throughout my time trafficking one of them is posh Peter my My name is Peter Tristan and I am a former

international

cocaine

trafficker

. The first

international

import I did was from Holland, 2000 pills that came in just before Christmas and made everyone's Christmas really good and years. And it was actually quite a few years after I did it. that I once dedicated myself to

cocaine

trafficking because I was in prison, so I stole things.

I'd be mad if I visited a friend to drop off some coke. He had a briefcase in the front of the truck that had I think maybe a thousand pills a year, you know, a couple of ounces of flakes of coke and all kinds of sawed-off shotguns in the back of the vent and a car of Marked cop came up behind me and basically arrested me very quickly. It

became

clear that it wasn't museum traffic, so they immediately got in the front van, pulled out the briefcase like, oh look what we found, your whole world just stops, rethinks, you know, you're going somewhere and that's behind I spoke about the walls of Bosma Prison during my stay in prison until the end.

I decided that if I decided to deal drugs again, it would be cocaine because it was low volume and high value. After being released, I did nothing for several months. Then I got tempted, I made a phone call and he said, "Look, can you try to find me a source that can give us the connection in South America for the cocaine?", so I sat in this kitchen in London talking to the Colombian and I said. For me, you know, we brought the cocaine and the whip, we brought it soaked in rubber and then they put it on the floor of the tents like it was part of the ground shaking, so absolutely Faraday, how long does it last like that?

That's really cool. I would like us to get out of this, so the first one picked him up in Quito and returned him to England. We mined it and sold it. He earned around 100 120 thousand each. Yes, it was good, very good, feeling together at the end. I lived in a stately home and drove a Mercedes and basically, on a couple of occasions, people tried to kill me. I once had a gun pointed at me in London, a two-shot Derringer pistol in Chyzyk, because obviously I was already there at that point. selling and up to five or ten kilos of coke weak volumes and money involved at that point where you know well where someone is killing me basically the level of paranoia was crazy constantly you are that type level you know someone around kilos of cocaine and tons of Hashem, you know, huge amounts that you know were a little bit critical, maybe 10 more years, at least I ended up spending nine years in prison in Ecuador after being arrested in Quito in Ecuador.

I tried to escape, so they transferred me to the fourth most dangerous prison. All of South America, which at the time was home to 8,000 people, was divided between two rival gangs that were completely controlled. The two gangs are at war with each other. Handguns, explosives, machine guns in the prison four or five minutes a week, just total madness. It

became

my kind of hobby to find ways to escape. I hired some people to dig a tunnel outside the prison, unfortunately they discovered it. He was also planning with members of the FARC. So we got an RV to eat rocket propelled grenades and launch the hit. the prison wall and get some machine guns to cover the guard towers and then escape like that too or a helicopter lift, but that was too expensive at this point, actually in Quito I had ended up more or less in charge of the wing in the that I lived because I have a knack for organizing people and classifying things and I realized that no one really brought coke, good cocaine, to the prison, obviously, there is a great opportunity and, as you know, he is a The wing is full of foreigners who wanted to take as many drugs as possible, they have money, so I think now I could start managing it.

Normally the wing was pretty busy at night, you know, people running around, cooking, getting drugs, doing the drugs I'd taken. a plate of food for a friend one everyone's doors are open it's very quiet you know you can sense something's not quite right and it's been this explosion right next to my head here and one of this other gang is coming up behind me a gun shot over my shoulder and right in front of me he gets shot, the guy in the face blew the back of his head off so he died, he dove into my room, slammed the door and Our long shootout ensued, followed by a couple of other gang members.

We took ourselves out, as did this group, so there were about 10 shots fired at the site and about two or three at the other using one who had an Uzi mr. Lucey submachine gun, a nine Miller of light, several nine millimeters, 38 colt, 45, that is, many shots, they transferred us en masse from the old Guayaquil prison, the really dangerous one, to this new prison with high security, you know, cameras everywhere from where we basically had freedom to Your wife's way, yes you know him, he sells televisions and suddenly nothing, there was a light that came on at 6:00 p.m.

I left at 10:00 p.m. Harold was completely incommunicado, he disappeared too much, so at that point I went to get me out and the embassy started the process to get me back to Britain. I remember going back to the birthplace and being put in a cell, ours is like, wow, this feels like a hotel. room for me, all these people are coming into the prison, you know, I'm just London I'm going to cry and moan so much it's terrible, the food is really bad if they only visit us three times a week and there's one place, aren't you in this fantastic?

They watch over what was crazy. I had never been out of prison since I came out. I just felt like everyone knew he was an ex-convict. I just got out of prison. Honestly, I felt like I had a convict tattooed on my forehead. I was diagnosed. having PTSD it's been an impassable environment it's almost like walls I think you can't get out of this it's just that it sounds like this I'm still really readjusting to be honest it's a dangerous business being the majority of my friends the degree involved is probably 60 70% dead there are very few people who go through life as cocaine dealers of any type or any type of drug dealer who have not been in prison or are alive every day I wake up and I'm happy to be alive just to be able to breathe fresh air and open my eyes and know that I am safe.

I'm very lucky to be alive. I mean, there are still people who others still want to kill me. This is life.