Guyamiri paddles through the wetlands south of Manaus. Maya wonders whether the Hoti Indian needs some sleep or continues forever. Almost 38 hours he handles the canoe silently. Sometimes he warns with a hissing sound. Than Maya watches the jungle, where the deadly Bushmaster lives. Or he stops to catch some beetles or to show spiders, birds or monkeys. When Guyamiri sets course to a Ceiba-tree something moves into her direction. At first she does not pay any attention to the V-shape. Assumable a curious baby-jacara. Than she freezes as the monstrous head of an Anaconda shows up.

"The Colombian guerrilla-movement FARC stimulates the farming of coca plants and the production of cocaine. The activities are spread throughout Colombia, Equador, Peru, and Bolivia, the frontier of Venezuela and Brazil and Surinam. The yearly estimated production is valued at 1.400 ton pure cocaine. Rated at 40.000 US dollar a kilo we talk about 56.000.000.000 US dollar. Two million people live in the ‘snow' business. Farmers produce 600.000 ton coca leaves and chemical plants deliver 1.200 million liters of kerosene, sulfuric acid, acetone, ether and toluene. Gentlemen, at this moment DEA agents and military advisors have taken position in the big cities of South America. A US F-16 squadron is ready to attack the guerrillas from Willemstad, Curacao, Dutch Antilles. More than 60 U-H helicopters and 4.000 man Special Forces join the Colombian army in order to eliminate the FARC and the Mobs. We vision a war more violent than the one in Vietnam. Cruel and short. We'll attack, kill and destroy".

"To be honest, I question the routes through the Caribbean Sea. We control the Amazon jungle, the Rio Orinoco and the beaches around Trinidad and the Venezuelan coast up to Puerto Cabello. But what happens next is out of sight. The Dutch Navy and The US Coastguard hunt down our submarines, planes and fast-boats close to Bonaire, Curaçao, Isla Margarita and Tobago. At this moment 15 to 20 percent of the freight gets lost. I propose to shift to container transport in cooperation with the Malay Union of Mariners. We are far better of with this deal. Together with the Malay we will control thousands of merchant vessels registered in 30 countries. Container ships, bulk carriers of Soya beans, alumni, bananas, ro-ro boats, local freighters and even oil tankers will transport our vacuum-sealed cocaine around the world. We will deliver in any port in any country where we think the cocaine business might be profitable. Whether our product sails around the world during one month or five years does not matter. The drugs are shipped and invisible on their way".

Acham enters the little room where he and his friends Drizia and Inshila live. A depot full of ammunition and weapons and a cocaine laboratory separate the huts of the villagers from the apartments of the officers. Yucca, maïs, banana- and mango-trees nicely cover the buildings. He frowns when he reviews the conversation with the Chinese chemistry-booboo Xian Ly. The laboratory was perfect maintained, equipped with the latest instruments and well organized. Not that big as in Surinam where 1.000 people found a job, but nevertheless good enough for 750 kilo a week.

"Stop!!" Tonki yells. "You waste 100.000 dollars of coke!"
Maya furious and out of control, pulls a bucket of sea water out of the lagoon and wastes the shit from her yacht.
"Fucking Moron. Piss of or I’ll kill you."
Tonki shivers and tries to focus. The brandy knocked him out and that’s why he didn’t notice her coming.
"I said piss off!"

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