a couple of jordanian drug dealers sitting in the middle of a big hall watching a big flat screen t.v., in the corner a foreign journalist interviewing M. (a lebanese drug dealer)
yammouneh, a village on its own, a plain on its own, forgotten in the north west of the bekaa, one of the drug heavens of lebanon
M., a gun always on his waist, was a bit reserved in the beginning, talking of farmer’s rights, of a need of a valid substitute for hash agriculture, half an hour later, while we were “inspecting” the destroyed crop, he offered us red lebanese and a bit later, brazilian coke, we politely declined the later offer.
around the village, the farmers already destroyed the hash fields even before the arrival of the army, but we didn’t go to the “highlands” were the bulk of the hash is planted.
back to M.’s place , he sent one of his aids A. to the fish pool to catch 3 big trouts, that he cooked immediately for us, aside the main dish some french fries and salad… it was delicious.
one of the jordanian, obviously high on heroin, was showing us on his cell phone, footage of a drug bust, one of their trucks had an accident, the driver died (which in a way was good, so he cant denounce anyone) and the police got a truck load of captagone, xtc, ….etc.
the sun was setting behind the mountains while we were leaving this “oasis”, we were nicely stoned and stuffed with delicious fish.
“next year, if the government doesn’t come up with a valid alternative to growing hash, we’ll defend the plant with our blood” M.