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This is a fluid division since many street dwellers live in flux as their fortunes wax and wane, some days getting lucky and enough coins to pay for a hostel bed, other nights blowing it on a peso twist of basuco — low-grade coca paste, a residue of cocaine labs — and ending up in the rain again. Some street dwellers themselves estimate the true figure to be around 40,, but there is no hard data. Everyone agrees it is many more than 10, Some have had to flee for their lives to the city to escape massacres or death sentences imposed by paramilitary groups linked to the state; with these memories they approach the local authorities with caution and are too spooked to register for assistance, particularly given the jobs-worth approach by most city officials that requires filling in every small detail of your life, address, birth data, even where you were baptised, even before you get inside the door. All these thoughts are rattling around my head when I set out to talk to some street dwellers. Several interviews are done literally on my doorstep, and one in my kitchen. These are people I realise I know and see nearly every day, maybe throwing a coin from time to time, or a bag of old clothes on a cold night but never thinking of who they are or where they come from, never stopping to ask their name. So actually conversing is something of a revelation. But it must be said my quest is filtered towards people able to understand my request for information, and aware that their comments will be published, which means those habitantes en calle that are in a more stable stage and are on the rebound, so to speak, or at least in a moment of lucidity. It is difficult from a practical perspective, and morally dubious, to interview a glue sniffer semi-conscious in the gutter. Life on the streets usually comes in stages of descent from hard drinking, often adulterated alcohol called chirrinchi , to smoking marijuana and basuco done by pistoleros to smoking the coca paste in pipes done by piperos or sniffing glue, a brand called Boxer. After you hit rock bottom, if you survive, you may bounce back, and then fall back again, a cyclical process that might depend on your own will-power or outside help. This help can come in the form of ambulatory and local hospital-based detox programs, including internships, overnight shelters and back-to-work schemes, and psychosocial support. In fact the police are officially prevented from obstructing or moving any street person from their chosen site, a regulation that has infuriated shop and business owners in areas where street people congregate, namely central zones such as Santa Fe and Los Martires. The massive operation mysteriously failed to catch any major kingpins the rumours are that corrupt cops tipped them off but did manage to scatter street folk and drug dealers into nearby business sectors. In fact, not one social services department was briefed to prepare for the outcome. The impasse with local businesses lead to some politicians to predict a return to the dreaded fumigaciones of recent decades. The question arises: where do all the drugs come from? The answer is a 6, billion-peso local drug market pushing low-grade cocaine residue to school-kids to secure future business. At the top of this pyramid of misery are the same drug capos that export refined cocaine overseas. Ironically, it is the disruption of cartel export routes that has led to large quantities of the low-grade drugs flooding home markets. And the soft target for these peddlers is the vulnerable street people, at the bottom of the pyramid collecting the coins to feed the giant monster above. Street people are also the targets for violence. While most well-heeled rolos live in fear of beggars, it is the street people themselves most attacked, robbed and murdered. Of course one must add that a quarter of these crimes are by other street people, and there is clearly lack of trust within the community if you can even call it that of Estrato 0. Should we automatically see Estrato 0 as victims? Some commentators suggest that street life can be an alternative, interesting and fulfilling existence. True, most people I talk are in good humour and have pride in many aspects of their lives, and one detects a certain machismo in sleeping out, dodging the authorities and avoiding the help programs. But dig a bit deeper and everyone is looking for a way up and out. What tears most is losing contact with friends and family, living without knowing where children or grandchildren are or even knowing if they exist. Get clean, get work, get back to the family, is a common mantra. But invisible barriers, the tentacles of addiction or mental health problems, hold them back. I throw the question out. But slave to the drugs. Gabriel, 76 years old, from Arauca. Displaced by the conflict. But we stayed, we did not want to lose out jobs. They came back and burned houses and killed some 15 people. I had to leave everything behind. I have never been back to Arauca. I did not know how to survive or where to go. There was no-one to help me. But after some time I had learned the code of conduct of life on the streets, where to go and how to ask for money. I have two daughters, and some grandchildren, but we lost contact many years ago. I have no resources to find them. Now I am alone. The poor rob the poor. There are many bad people so I work alone trying to get money and food. Better alone than in bad company, I say. I need to get enough cash every day — at least 6, pesos — to pay for the hostel where I can stay the night, in a room just big enough to lie down. The country is changing but will be difficult to heal. I sometimes talk to truck drivers from Arauca to see how things are there. My hope is one day to go home, but how to get the money? Sundays are the worst days — less people around so less money for the hostel. Last Sunday I had to sleep out. Also the police wake us up and move us on. Sometimes we get a good beating. I would like to go back to work. I spend all the money I earn on food and the hostel, there is nothing left over for other things. He carries an oxygen bottle after a stab wound to the lung. They were coming to take me. So I had to flee, at night, in the back of a truck to Cucuta then on to Cali where I lived on streets. Cali was too dangerous with the social cleaning, the fumigaciones , street people were being killed. I did not let go so they stabbed my twice in the back, puncturing my lung. The oxygen is paid for by the government, and most of the medicines I need, since I have the Carta de las Habitantes de la Calle Street Dweller Letter. I am officially Estrato Zero. Didier, 38 years old, and Marcela, 28 years old. They met living on the streets of Bogota. Didier is an electronics engineer originally from Santa Marta. Drugs are like a knife at your throat. I just wanted to leave the system, and ended up on the streets. Since then I have been on the streets. I met Didier two years ago. But it harder for women on the streets, and once they get addicted they have to sell themselves to get money for their drug habit, it is more dangerous for them and more health risks. There you can get a bed with blankets and food, sometimes work, but I prefer to stay on the streets. We sleep every night on the street, usually on the same corner. William, 55, originally from Ibague, Tolima. His life was first disrupted when, at age 8 years old, his father threw him and his mother out of the house. Lately I have been sleeping out in the cold. Last month the police came and took all my blankets, it was raining, they threw my blankets in the back of a rubish truck. It is good they also cleared the Bronx, it was a terrible place where gangs fed people to dogs or dissolved them in acid. These are not rumours, the stories are real. I know. So they sent me to jail. My kids are grown up now, but I have lost touch with them since five years ago. But I do have friends and we meet up, every few weeks. Then I fall back into the vice again, sometimes for a week. They have a life. You a fearless. One night I slept in front of a garage and a car nearly ran me over. Some people get killed, stabbed, maybe by other street people. I never back down from a fight, even if they have knives. You have to stand your ground. I was an intern for six months, in a large center with good facilties, we got clothes, bedding, food but had to do many workshops. I ended up as a voluntary outreach worker at the Hospital Santa Clara, helping other addicts. I refuse to take the pills from the hospital to treat this, they turn you into a zombie. I prefer to live real. But I never drink around my kids, I want to be a good example. Some tips for travellers. Viva Villa de Leyva! Building battles Viva Villa de Leyva! Is Colombia Safe? A reciclador. Collecting reusable rubbish is seen as a good job on the streets. A basuco cigarette with cocaine base. Don Gabriel had to flee murderous armed groups in Arauca. Carlos fled conflict and ended up on the streets. D idier and Marcela: together on the streets. William used to visit the notorious Bronx.

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A strong title, that definitely caused a sensation, but not without reason. At the time, it was up to the Mayor of Bari, the capital city of the region, to launch this appeal, describing a situation that could not pass unnoticed, referring mainly to the trafficking and consumption of cocaine in the city. At the time, the seaport of Bari, one of the most important commercial hubs of the Italian coast, was also a major heroin traffic center, with almost 70 kilos of the drug seized in Official reports of the same year stated that eleven thousand people requested assistance in the public services for drug addiction of the region, but mentioned also 16 deaths from overdoses, half of which were in the city of Bari. What has changed in the scenario of drugs in this particular region of Italy after a few years? And, if anything did actually change, in what way? According to the annual report of the Italian Direzione Centrale dei Servizi Antidroga in , the Puglia region has become a major conduit for cannabis products entering Italy. In Bari, 8, kg of hashish were seized and 4, kg of marijuana. In Lecce, 15, kg of marijuana were seized and in Taranto, more than 51, kg of drugs were seized, nearly all of it marijuana. In addition to these cannabis products, kg of heroin and kg of cocaine were also taken by police in these three areas. Since only a small fraction of all drugs passing through any country is actually located by law enforcement, these numbers only represent the tip of a vast iceberg—drug trafficking and drug abuse—that unfortunately continues to grow every day, while public authorities and citizens can only speculate over its real proportions and ramifications. Narconon has been active in Puglia since and is an integral part of the regional and national network of drug rehab centers. The key to the success of the Narconon drug rehab program is in its unique and innovative approach. In Puglia, the Narconon Center Il Gabbiano is specialized in any kind of drug addiction treatment and rehabilitation, with a high quality of service and professionalism. Up to this day, Narconon Center Il Gabbiano has successfully helped more than 1, drug and alcohol addicts from all over Italy. Drug Information Local Drug Information. Sign up free to receive our email newsletter: Email. Ron Hubbard. Language: English US. All Rights Reserved. Narconon and the Narconon logo are trademarks and service marks owned by the Association for Better Living and Education International and are used with its permission.

Bari buying Ecstasy