Chapter 4

2014 - Part 1

This year I was all alone in Dresden, I had some friends come over some times. Like an Indonesian guy or my friend the 'vampire'. I stayed the rest of the summer in Germany after a short return to my country in February. I had some photos to remind me of this treasure moments, but I lost them went I deleted my account in social media. Furthermore, I was, in fact, enjoying independence.

So I started working as a cleaning service guy, in recommendation from my charming friend who was moving to Dresden with me. We both speak Spanish, so we went along together. 

I went to a festival, because I earned like 500 euros and I could so. I went with my Indonesian friend, there he told me I had to bring a sleeping bag, and so I believed him. But as we were in Switzerland, I realized we needed a tent to sleep in the festival, and he was trying to locate some French friends who were also camping there. I didn't expect to be smoking weed after that day, but he rolled a joint, and I was ecstatic, like if he had given me something else.

I started hearing voices from somewhere, I shouted 'viva España' the voices told me I was sure an Argentinian. But I refuted and told them I was from Peru. So, Boateng is a German, I said. My Indonesian guy didn't want to speak German, he was afraid of something, I think.

I was since then persecuted by the police or by some mafia, I can't determine it. But I was in fact, until that time, innocent of doing anything, at least smoking in a festival is not prohibited I guess. So I was ecstatic, and I ran throughout the festival up to the stage. I was singing 'Color Esperanza' or so, I wanted to see Macklemore, but it started to rain, and we had to go.

I met some food sellers there, from Ecuador I think. One who said, he is not crazy, he doesn't want his organs to be trafficked. I was still in shock, but I was high as a stone, so I didn't give it any importance. Later, I think he is part of this mafia, he wanted to alert them about something coming up. 

I returned to Germany almost unconscious, a train ticket controller asked for my ticket, I had it, but as it was raining it became wet and dirty. He tried to read it, I thought he was not going to let me stay. The police were escorting me, I did notice. But why? What Had I done? Maybe my parents were notified about this and they were worried about my safety. 

* I had anger, because they treated me like a Nobody, a drug dealer or something. An Indian they told me, not a Spanish, not Criollo, not mixed, not what I am. This racist people need to be hafted away, this Nazis hiding in the dark, these Illuminati. *

After that episode of my life, the police came back and stood in front of my building for 1 week. I don't know why, they thought maybe I was trafficking or something.