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La Policía Nacional desmantela un narcopiso desde donde se distribuía cocaína en el barrio ilicitano de Carrús

Agentes de la Policía Nacional han desmantelado un importante punto negro de venta de droga, ubicado en una vivienda del barrio ilicitano de Carrús, consiguiendo detener a las cuatro personas investigadas como presuntos responsables del narcopiso, incautando 16 gramos de cocaína, 1.315 euros en efectivo y diversos útiles destinados al tráfico de drogas. Los agentes investigadores tuvieron…

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soy dueña de todas las vidas autora de todas las cartas

como la harina para diábeticos pienso de camino a casa la historia de amor, son las historias de amores, ya pienso en engañar al normie y me lamento de preferir a la yonqui, escojo pensar que cambiará mi corazón y no querré al que sufre y todo caminando y viendo que en el rojo de la noche ríen los enamorados, los que no admiro y de los que celebro sus alegrías, celebro de cualquier modo

Caliento el puchero de mi madre que lleva garbanzos, calabaza y bacalao, lleva más y está salado, pita el microondas, nunca hago esto pero me lo comeré en el tupper. Cómo le gustó tanto la obra? realmente no sé cuando odiar y amar algo que yo no haría,

No se calienta todo por igual, se calienta el plástico contenedor, el hambre me distrae de no haberme ido con esa flacucha al piso que parece narcopiso plátano es, pienso en la carta que no es para ti, ya no te escribo a ti, no quiero ser una más, una tía más, una que se droga más, una que llora más, soy sola, soy sola como el que te gusta, escapo de los demás y ellos no saben que estoy escribiendo, y no te escribo a ti

Te regalé un abrecartas esta carta va con sello y sin embargo sin cerrar, lleva sello para presumir, para galardonear al caliente con su patata, ya no como patata, no soy un caballo enfurecido y no se nos va a ir la luz.

Cuando no hay luz es que veo? Realmente me atrevo a decir que veo, yo creo sin ver y eso es así. Camino y pienso qué pinto yo en todas partes, recuerdo que yo soy todas las partes que alcanzo ni una más ni una menos, espero que quede conmigo esa guapa aunque le duelan los pulmones y yo no pueda hacer nada para que eso deje de ser así, espero gustarle a ese guapo aunque me sienta tan loca y haya confesado cada crimen a cada paso para no tener que sentirme presa del silencio.

Es oficial: mi corazón al igual que esta carta está abierto. Es motivo de alegría voy a comer.

No quiero hablar de la droga, me aburre, pienso en ella como en este tupper de plástico duro que sigue sin satisfacerme como una cerámica o un vidrio pero hoy debía ser así. Lo que interesa está dentro y este contenedor me lo garantiza, lo que tenía que saber ya lo sé, lo que tendré que saber ya lo sabré, lo que sé ahora es una cena sola. Es una victoria, a veces no se ha sentido así y hoy sí. Es extraño considerar una victoria la única opción, leo el Asno de Apuleyo. Hasta que no se aboca al río la esponja del cuello de Sócrates no se derrama junto a su sangre. Da igual que le entierren bajo, creo sin ver, y sé que el cielo es en la tierra, conozco del cielo fuera de la tierra y aunque la perfección del silencio inamovible me conmueve ese no es para nada mi canto.

Mi encanto es otro, busco un equilibrio, soy alquimista del silencio de alquimias, hay demasiado fuego en esta hoguera para seguir generando brasas. Dicho esto, busco un equilibrio entre unirme al suelo y dejar a la gran mano dorada sostenerme y flotar en el contacto que siempre oscila escapando al rabillo de mi ojo. Lo que yo recuerdo viene a mí flotando, lo que consigo sin embargo.

Digo que no te escribo esta carta y para mi eres el dos de la soledad, el otro al que me aboco. Yo a ti te debo mi boca y en su defecto mis manos y en mi recuerdo los labios. Que silencio el de los labios que todo lo ven y a que poco alcanzan. Bromeo tanto con los anos porque son el colmo de mis labios, son el profundo hoyo donde me niegan una y otra vez tu carne. Que seas de carne es mi cruz pues ando suelta y tecleo remiendas. Mi tía es una artista y la mayoría que yo conozco, ella tiene el don de las manos yo tengo el de los lados. Caminar por todos lados, saber de ambos lados, verse siempre conmovida a la distracción de la falta de metamorfosis a entrelazados. Los únicos tolerados por diabéticos.

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📌El barrio de Lucero se queja de la dejadez de Ayuntamiento y Comunidad de Madrid por la alarma social generada por la presencia de ‘narcopisos’ 📌Montecarmelo exige al Ayuntamiento el informe sobre la probable fosa común donde pretende construir el megacantón para basura y camiones 📌Los efectos del auge de las inmobiliarias en el mercado del alquiler: subidas de precio y más discriminación 📌9J por distritos: PP y PSOE repiten el resultado de las generales, Vox y la izquierda bajan y aparece Alvise (con causas penales pendientes) 📌… Y MÁS …. https://carabanchel.net

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La juez decreta libertad provisional para Miguel Ricart tras se detenido en un 'narcopiso' de Barcelona

La juez decreta libertad provisional para Miguel Ricart tras se detenido en un ‘narcopiso’ de Barcelona

En el artículo de hoy, compartimos el artículo sobre La juez decreta libertad provisional para Miguel Ricart tras se detenido en un ‘narcopiso’ de Barcelona. Puede encontrar detalles sobre La juez decreta libertad provisional para Miguel Ricart tras se detenido en un ‘narcopiso’ de Barcelona en nuestro artículo. Barcelona Actualizado Jueves, 22 diciembre 2022 – 17:39 La Fiscala no haba…

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𝗗𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 #3:  NARCOPISOS Inc. /Barcelona narcopisos, a necessary evil

The 3rd episode of Dope Stories is the most in-depth investigation of the series, so much that it took me nearly 3 years to gain the trust and respect of my contacts and more importantly, to get relevant insights about the local drug market and its players to show, under a different angle than mainstream media, what’s happening behind the closed doors of the Ciutat Veilla’s narrow streets.

Playground 1 - Raval, Barcelona / 2018 / iPhone 

“Drugs are ruining our neighborhood! “,  “Narcopisos are disrupting the real estate market!” ,  “ We don’t feel safe!”… 

Those are the slogans or headlines you see in the media or written on banners hanging from people’s balconies.  

“Narcopisos are filthy and dangerous!”

But are they though?

FOREWORD

Before getting started, I wanted to write a few words about Barcelona. After living more than a decade in New York, my wife and I moved to Catalan capital for about 4 years.  After reading this article you might think that I m not particularly fond of the town and its inhabitants.  I won’t lie, we didn’t receive the warmest welcome, especially from Catalans. This said, the town and its vibe are unique and galvanizing.  Very much like Marseille (my hometown), Barcelona is an harbor city with the port/marina right in the center, meaning: lots of traffics, smuggling, immigration, corruption, drugs etc… There is always “something going on”, if you catch my drift.  Shady, nasty, funny, ugly, beautiful, vulgar,  the cast of “pirate-like” characters gravitating around the city center is fascinating.

Occupied - Raval, Barcelona / 2017 / Nikon 3200

As far back as I can remember, I’ve always been drawn toward the forbidden,  the danger, the illicit, the hidden, the bad...  To my eyes, “ugly” has always been more interesting than “beautiful”.  Barcelona is not a dangerous city but you need to keep your guard up: pick pockets roaming the subway,  gypsies asking for money on La Rambla (the city’s most touristic avenue) while releasing your back pocket from your wallet, junkies selling stolen goods or begging for change for their next fix #nextfixandchill , black people selling fake airmax on the Barcelonetta marina, drunken street fights in the early hours of the morning... Tragicomic scenes are unravelling before your eyes in an surreal backdrop: Gaudi’s most beautiful “psychedelic” buildings (Sagrafa Familia, casa pedrera, Palau Guell...) in a jungle of gothic buildings ending on a fisherman village overseeing a beautiful beachfront promenade ending with the native “star’chitect” Bofill’s famous W... 

Poolside - Barcelonetta, Barcelona / 2018 / iPhone

Ok, enough with the touristic tour, time to get real!

Stairway to Hell - Raval, Barcelona / 2017 / iPhone

Embark on a descend to the heroin inferno that became Raval.  From the fields of Afghanistan to the bloodstreams of Spain...

La Ruta [Spanish for “the route”]

19,414 Pakistanis live in Barcelona, 6,600 of them are established in the neighborhood: El Raval (1) meaning more than 30% of the total community.  El Raval has always been my favorite barrio in town.  With 47% of immigrants (2) , the mosaic of faces, cultures and shops you encounter is dazzling .  Going back to the Pakistani population, I used the word “established” for a specific reason: they actually own many of the businesses in Raval: barbershop, cheap bars and restaurants, wholesale shops, import/export businesses, money transfer services (Western Union, Moneygram), food and grocery shops... I’m not accusing here the Pakistani business owners of backing the drug traffic but they basically created a web of small businesses in a tight net community with their own language, making it hard for the authorities to see through this social fabric potentially sheltering illegal activities. 

Why the Pakistani population is subject to speculation and doubt from the local authorities?  The answer is simple: Afghanistan.  Afghanistan  is by far the biggest producer of opium in the world. According to the US military, 90% of the world's heroin is made from opium grown in Afghanistan. It makes up 95% of the market in Europe (3).  The country has been the leader in opium poppy production since 2001.  Based on the 2014 report from the UNODC (United Nation Office on Drugs and Crime), Afghanistan not only grow opium but also process heroin in several laboratory as well as morphine (easier to produce from raw opium by adding calcium oxide and ammonium chloride).  From Afghanistan, several routes are used to smuggle their prime commodities: the Balkan route has been the primary route but things are changing and the Southern route has become more and more used.  Afghanistan share 2,400km of border with Pakistan and over 50% of illicit afghan opiates are trafficked through Pakistan which enjoys a a strategic location making it a perfect dispatch zone with readily accessible by land, sea (Gwadar and Karachi seaport) and air ways .  

The same UNODC report also indicates that the majority (37%) of the heroin seized in Pakistan was en-route for Europe..

*** Read and/or download the full report here ***

By the way, let’s not forget that Barcelona is also one of the Camorra’s stronghold.  And with Russians and Albanian mafias also present on the territory, Spain -where no powerful local crime syndicate operates and laws on prostitution and gambling are “blurred” to say the least-  has become one of organize crime’s favorite playgrounds for money laundering, drug smuggling, human trafficking, gambling and prostitution... Nothing really happens here without their “green light”, but that’s another story (5)

Back to our Southern route, once the product reaches Barcelona, it becomes very hard to pin point. Narcotics coming through the Balkan route also ends up in Barcelona but in different “retailers”’ hands:  Romanian family-based clans, based mostly in Besos (a run-down project in the heart of Poblenou) and  occupying one single narcopisos in Raval (they have moved 3 times over the 4-year period of my “investigation”) but known to have the purest and most processed Caballo sold in town. 

El Caballo [Spanish for “the horse”, street name of heroin ]

[WARNING]  Most of the photographs of this post are uncensored, quite graphic and… of poor quality…. my bad, I took them.  But I had circumstances: hidden cellphone, no flash, illegal activities going on, indoor, with very little to no light…  Shots are not the best (no pun intended) but you’ll step right into the infamous narcopisos you’ve heard of or read about. And not once they’ve been searched and trashed by the police like you’ve seen in the press but while they are in full operation. Raw, those images might be quite shocking to some of the readers, but take the emotion out of he equation and you’ll come to realized that, for lack a better choice, narcopisos are a necessary evil.   My intention here is not to start a polemic nor come out as a provocateur but to shed light on a real issue, still happening, involving real people, slowly dying, failed by a syste unable -or unwilling- to help them.

Gears - Raval, Barcelona / 2017 / iPhone

El Raval

1989,  US superstar Keith Harring is in Barcelona for his exhibition on La Rambla.  After speaking with an old friend of him from New York living here for awhile, he decided to paint a mural, his way to to show his love for and connection with the town. The next day, Harring chose the wall in Plaça de Salvador Segui in Raval.  He was warned that the area was one of the most dangerous areas in town. Back then, in the 80’s the Spanish government had the genius idea to decriminalize the use, but not the supply, of hard drugs and did not implement any proper treatments to sustain this measure...  Spaniards have ignored the issue and it sparked a heroin addiction epidemic that saw HIV rates soar (2a).The artist was attracted to the neighborhood and decided it would offer the perfect canvas for his message about the dangers of drugs and AIDS. At first it was supposed to be a temporary mural but in the end, up to this day, you can still enjoy Harring’s mural behind the MACBA museum. Below is a photograph I took of what became now hot-spot for skateboarder and cool bars

Tricks - Raval, Barcelona / 2016 / Nikon 3200

Beside its bad reputation, Raval has always been a magnet for artists and “cool kids”, misfits and outcasts but more recently the new kid on the block is named gentrification… in other word: Fun is over.   Well… not quite yet.  In Barcelona, everything moves slowly, gentrification included. The result is a mix of fancy hotels, art galleries, designer boutiques... mixed with prostitutes and their lovely clientele, dealers, junkies, businessmen, families of tourists wandering the streets… a fascinating mix of characters with theatrical scenes playing before your eyes: hustlers trying to rip off tourists, white collars finding themselves buying bad cocaine from a kid in a narrow, sketchy alley… the show is in the street, but not only. 

The Narrows - Raval, Barcelona / 2016 / Nikon 3200

What businesses, in Barcelona, are open 24/7, have no vacancy, a steady stream of customers and a product that sells itself? The answer: Narcopisos Inc.

The phenomenon of the Narcopisos emerged in 2016 (a year after I moved to Barcelona) following Spain’s property crash.  Foreclosed or unsold apartments, owned by banks and investment funds were left emptied, abandoned, in a country in full housing crisis...  It wasn’t long before the vacant spaces started being squatted: some by respectable families, in need of a place to live, some by drug dealers using them as selling point and shooting gallery.  A place where you can get a cheap fix in a relatively clean room.

Ritual - Raval, Barcelona / 2017 / iPhone

Helped - Raval, Barcelona / 2017 / iPhone

Thanks to my various contacts, I had access to different types of narcopisos, but from crack to dope houses, most of them were operating the same way: - a cctv video surveillance in place at the street level or someone looking out for the cops. - a room with junkies to confuse police upon arrival and make it look like they are actually squatting the place - 1 to 3 dealers serving customers one a the time. - An exit back door (if available) in case the police knocks on the front door. - One or two rooms for users. - Hourly cleaning of the premises to make the place look “decent” and “squatted” in case of a bust - Little quantity of drugs at the time, no more than 10 grams of each. - Open 24/7 - Re-up every hour or so - Single use paraphernalia available to the users - In some cases, Narcan at hand (medicine used to reverse the effect of an OD).

Cleaning Session - Career d’en Road 22, Raval, Barcelona / 2016 / iPhone

My connections in the Pakistani community took time to build but  strengthen throughout the years to reached a level of trust where we came to split the bread at several occasions… no seriously, we actually got invited in their Halal “canteen” in Raval where only Pakistanis could enjoy their local cuisine, a unique experience… They also gave me access to two of their stash houses: located in legit apartments, in proper buildings, on the outskirt of Raval, close to Sant-Antoni, less prone to police check.  No users there, only wholesalers, dispatching heroin to “representatives” of each narcopisos at below retail-price: between 20 and 40 euros the gram depending on the quantity purchased. 

Going back to the narcopisos, some were run by junkies (where the product was often cut from the bash they were getting from the stash houses), some by pakistani or afghan immigrants, with decent quality product, some by Catalan families, living there for decades under stabilized rent and with their own connection and product of fluctuant quality.  Last but not least, one narcopiso was occupied by the Romanian clan mentioned earlier.  Below are some photos of one of their spot at 22 Carrer d’en Roig, later busted and walled by the Mossos d’esquadra (Catalan police)

Romanian at work - Career d’en Road 22, Raval, Barcelona / 2016 / iPhone

Boss - Career d’en Road 22, Raval, Barcelona / 2016 / iPhone

If narcopisos was selling both crack and heroin, two rooms were at the disposal of users, one for smoking their bottles or pipes and the other room to shoot up or smoke heroin on tiny pieces of foil.

Sterile hospital-like garbage disposal were available for discarding the used paraphernalia.

Bloodstream Hunt - Raval, Barcelona / 2017 / iPhone

#NextFixandChill - Raval, Barcelona / 2017 / iPhone

Everything is provided to avoid the spread of disease and the use of the drug in plain sight in the street therefore reduce public disorder.

Not that dealers became humanitarian all of a sudden, but kicking customers with their (illegal) purchase out in the street expose them to being ratted on or worst, having an overdose in plain sight attracting the police and paramedics... either way, it’s not good for business so narcopisos’ “managers” rather keep their clientele indoor until they’re done using and good to do.

Now, there is another type of business in Barcelona dealing with drug users and addiction: it’s called Centre de Dispensació de Metadona - Centre d'Atenció Primària Casc Antic (the methadone clinic in short....). 

* They’re not open 24/7 but rather in the morning only * It can take up to 2 weeks to see a doctor in order to enroll in a Methadone Maintenance Treatment -MMT (true story...when a single day can be the last one for a heroin addict living in the street) * Last but not least, since the doctors and nurses’ work schedule is way more important tthan their patients’ care, some centers give up 3 to 4 days worth of supply of methadone at once to heroin users so the health workers can have their days and weekends off. The result of this amazing system: the methadone is sold in the street by users so they can buy their heroin and/or in certain case, the methadone is saved up (for rainy days) and the patient keeps using heroin instead.  Yes, the patient: let’s not forget that those “filthy junkies” actually are patients (even if they’re hardly seen as such in those centers),  suffering from a disease called addiction, or substance abuse disorder if you prefer the american way of calling it, and in need of medical care but what can I say... old habits die hard (both way...). 

Patients taking methadone to treat opioid dependance must receive the medication under the supervision of a practitioner. After a period of stability (based on progress and proven, consistent compliance with the medication dosage) and only then, patients may be allowed to take methadone at home between program visits... but not in Barcelona.

Methadone substitution as a treatment of opioid addiction does not function as much to curb addiction as to redirect it and maintain dependency on legal channels. Methadone has been designed that way, as a lifetime treatment whereas alternative palliatives such as Buprenorphine are not even considered by doctors when those therapies would be more efficient in certain cases: with users who do not shoot the drug for example, or with users wishing to quiet and get sober... but let's be honest here, sobriety has never been the objective of those methadone programs.  The real goal of this public service is not to cure addiction, but to make sure junkies don’t use, steal, rob and/or commit act of violence in the streets to feed their habits

The patient here is not the users but the society.   Those centers aren’t trying to help the user quit his habit, but to make sure the society doesn’t suffer from it.  Good or bad, Narcopisos are curbing down the spread of diseases, cleaning up the streets from users as they offering temporary shelter to their customers and operate around the clock..  It seems to me that their function is almost... complementary if not necessary.

So before eradicating narcopisos from the face of Raval, let’s pause and look at the alternative: junkies buying and using drugs in the streets of the city center, in the worst sanitary condition possible with no regard for the residents around.

Mañana

So what’s next? Keeping those illegal activities going on? Certainly not.

But before jumping the gun and closing it all at once, better get ready for the alternative because drug addiction will not disappear with the narcopisos. In my last article, I speak about users stigmatization and how society still struggles to see addiction as a disease and not a will power issue, turning the blind eye to a sheer amount of studies and discoveries explaining how heroin addiction, over time, modify the pathway of your brain frontal lobe and affect your decisional power, making it hard -to not say impossible- to say “no”. 

Don’t take me wrong.  It would be naïve to think all users roaming the streets are here trying to quit and become their better self. Most of them have no intention to do so. I’m not here to judge nor take side.  But in order to find a solution to the narcopiso situation, I would like to introduce Barcelona to his neighbor: Portugal.

Portugal had one of the worst heroin epidemic in Europe back in the 90′s and after the failed many “US war on drug”-type of approaches. They finally shift approach and started treated drug addicts as patients who needed help, not as criminals” says Goulao, the architect of Portugal drug policy.  After the decriminalization and treatments, they planned to open “supervised drug consumption facilities” Naina Bajekal says in her 2018 article in the Time “where drug users can consume drugs in safer conditions with the assistance of trained staff. Such facilities have been running in Europe since 1986, when the first was opened in Berne, Switzerland.”(5)

The result? Evidence (6) shows these these type of sites save lives, reduce public disorder, and curb the spread of diseases.

Does that sound familiar? Yes, that's right, the first of the two businesses we spoke about: Narcopisos Inc.

Purgatory - Carrer d’en Roig 22, Raval, Barcelona / 2017 / iPhone

For No Face No Case: Dope Stories chapter 4, we’re going to Italy.  Don’t worry, it won’t be another mafia-related article explaining how the N’Drangheta and Camorra became the most powerful crime syndicates in the world, you can watch that on TV.  Called “Il Racconto dei Racconti”  (Tales of Tales in english), the article will keep it real, street style: short stories from North to South: Torino, Milano, Genoa, Roma, Napoli... Stay tuned for some dope stories on how drugs are sold, used and abused in the Renaissance country 

References (1) https://www.barcelona-metropolitan.com/featuresx/report-barcelona-pakistani-community/ (2) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/El_Raval (3) https://www.bbc.com/news/world-us-canada-47861444 (4)https://english.elpais.com/elpais/2018/12/07/inenglish/1544171107_204329.html (5) https://time.com/longform/portugal-drug-use-decriminalization/ (6) https://www.cbc.ca/news2/interactives/portugal-heroin-decriminalization/

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Diada & Desahucio

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El gay Abilio vive en el Port Vell de Barcelona, tiene por costumbre echarse un chapuzón cada mañana en las dudosas aguas del Paseo Marítimo. Pero ultimamente lo hace con mayor alegría. La policía ha desactivado los tres narcopisos de su bloque de viviendas. Espera que ahora, esos pisos cuyos dueños eran los bancos, se puedan poner en alquiler social y tenga nuevos vecinos a ser posible 'gay' como él.

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Detenidos un colombiano y un cubano por tráfico de cocaína y drogas sintéticas desde un 'narco piso' en pleno centro de Alicante

En la lucha contra el tráfico de drogas, los agentes iniciaron una investigación a raíz de ciertas informaciones en las que se ponía en conocimiento de un punto de venta y distribución de diferentes drogas sintéticas desde una vivienda ubicada en pleno centro de la ciudad. Con toda la información recibida, los agentes centraron la investigación sobre dos personas las cuales serían las que se…

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Igual que ayer - Eduard Palomares (2022)

Por el autor de “No cerramos en agosto”, un nuevo caso del detective Jordi Viassolo que pone el foco en la especulación inmobiliaria y los narcopisos Jordi Viassolo, aprendiz de detective privado en paro, espera a que al fin le contraten en una agencia mientras sobrevive trabajando ocasionalmente como camarero. Tras servir en un lujoso cóctel en la zona alta de Barcelona, recibe la noticia de que…

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Nuevo tweet de #Almeida: "Mensaje para los vecinos de Villlaverde y Lavapiés afectados por los narcopisos:..."

Nuevo tweet de #Almeida: “Mensaje para los vecinos de Villlaverde y Lavapiés afectados por los narcopisos:…”

Mensaje para los vecinos de Villlaverde y Lavapiés afectados por los narcopisos: Ponemos todos los recursos de @policiademadrid a disposición de @DGobiernoMadrid pero le pedimos que intensifique la actuación. Esto tiene que acabar. Texto publicado en Twitter por José Luis Martínez-Almeida y adaptado por BOOMBOOX

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"La police catalane a informé que l’opération est le résultat de près de deux ans d’enquête. Elle prévoyait quarante inspections et arrestations au total pour ce matin".

(...)

"A travers cette opération, la police vise un réseau de trafiquants de drogue dominicains. Ces derniers vendraient de l’héroïne, de la cocaïne et d’autres substances. Coordonnées par le juge d’instruction 27, les différentes enquêtes ont détecté le lien entre les différents groupes, de plus en plus présents dans Barcelone.

Pour la police, le réseau serait responsable d’une hausse de la violence car les membres ont l’habitude d’être armés. Les organisations seraient certainement liées au meurtre d’un homme, qui a eu lieu en juin dernier dans un narco-appartement du quartier Gòtic.

Depuis plusieurs mois, les Barcelonais se plaignent de ces appartements loués par des trafiquants pour vendre de la drogue et de la hausse de l’insécurité qui l’accompagne. La police rappelle que depuis le début de l’année et jusqu’à août, 46 narco-appartements ont été démantelés, 60 personnes arrêtées et 61 points de vente fermés." (Aussi sur mon Fb, 30/10/18) Article d’Equinox Magazine : “700 policiers déployés pour déloger les narcopisos de Barcelone”

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La vida de Miguel Ricart, el asesino de Alcsser, en el 'narcopiso' del Raval: se haca pasar por "camionero" mientras distribua droga

La vida de Miguel Ricart, el asesino de Alcsser, en el ‘narcopiso’ del Raval: se haca pasar por “camionero” mientras distribua droga

En el artículo de hoy, compartimos el artículo sobre La vida de Miguel Ricart, el asesino de Alcsser, en el ‘narcopiso’ del Raval: se haca pasar por “camionero” mientras distribua droga. Puede encontrar detalles sobre La vida de Miguel Ricart, el asesino de Alcsser, en el ‘narcopiso’ del Raval: se haca pasar por “camionero” mientras distribua droga en nuestro artículo. Actualizado…

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Alerta Policía 👮‍♂️ Una laboriosa investigación culmina con tres detenidos tras desarticular un narcopiso en Huelva

Alerta Policía 👮‍♂️ Una laboriosa investigación culmina con tres detenidos tras desarticular un narcopiso en Huelva

Han sido varias las semanas de investigación, debido a las precauciones en las ventas y la dificultad que conllevaba la realización de vigilancias en la zona de la intervención. Agentes de la Policía Nacional en Huelva, tras casi dos meses de investigación, han procedido a la detención de tres personas como presuntos autores de un delito contra la salud pública, desarticulando un punto negro de…

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Ya me he puesto las piernas de andar, dice para referirse a que está lista para salir. Apenas sale y cuando lo hace es todo un acontecimiento. Vamos al mercado, la pescadera al vernos llegar se quita los guantes y se lava las manos para darle un abrazo. El frutero le lanza besos y le dice, qué bien acompañada va hoy señora Carmen. Cada pasito que da es un esfuerzo titánico, se agarra a mi brazo con pulso tembloroso, antes de pisar estudia el suelo para no caer, yo, a su lado, paciente, doy diminutos pasos de geisha. No le duele nada pero le pesa el esqueleto. No lo puedes entender dice, la sensación de que el esqueleto te pesa. Ha escrito una carta al alcalde del pueblo para que ponga bancos en el mercado central y se indigna porque no le han hecho caso. En casa se quita la ropa de calle y se pone su túnica. Tiene dos túnicas cosidas a medida con tela que le regalé hace años, cuando pone una a lavar usa la otra. De tantas lavadoras el tejido ha perdido consistencia, se ha desgastado, pero no sus colores, tan brillantes como el primer día. No lleva sujetador, sus pechos cuelgan como peces muertos, como los de una Venus primitiva. En su mano izquierda lleva dieciséis pulseras, unas son de cuero trenzado, otras de algodón, algunas llevan cuentas de cristal, piedras o hueso. Son regalos que, hijas y nietas le hemos traído de nuestros viajes. Prepara la comida sentada en una silla de oficina con ruedas, ya no aguanta tanto tiempo de pie pero no renuncia a ser la cocinera, yo tengo el privilegio de ayudarla. Bate la harina con la leche, eleva el tenedor para que entre aire en la masa, este es el truco para una buena consistencia, dice. Coge una flor de calabacín, la unta en la pasta de harina y la deja suavemente en la sartén, el aceite rusiente hace el resto, dorada y crujiente por fuera, delicada por dentro, es el postre estrella. Comemos, bebemos vino y hablamos. Le cuento que han okupado en el edificio de una amiga para hacer un narcopiso, me dice que la única solución es que legalicen la heroína, que no hay nada como la tentación de lo prohibido. Abrimos otra botella de vino y me pide que le encienda un Dunhill -empezó a fumar cuando se quedó viuda- Le pido que me cuente cosas de antes, historias que me ha explicado muchas veces pero que no me canso de escuchar. Cuando acabó la guerra, no tenían nada, volvieron a la casa del Delta para empezar de cero, los temporeros hacían hogueras y fiestas, dormían todos juntos, insinúa orgías. Mi teléfono móvil está encima de la mesa, graba la conversación. No sabe que la grabo, no sabe que lo hago siempre y que tengo una carpeta llena de pistas de audio con su voz, que me da miedo no tener el valor de escucharlas cuando ya no esté. No sabe que hago el duelo de su muerte cada segundo que paso junto a ella como si eso pudiera salvarme del futuro.