At one point Katie woke me up. They spotted Mr. Albini at the airport. Full of haste, I jumped into his body without him seeming to know. After his obnoxious cigarette smoking, he spat on the ground before getting into a car. Within hours he was driving on a highway towards Iballë, a village where there is nothing but cultivated fields. Next to it there are still old houses that are used as hotels and restaurants. Old houses are still included and the roads just destroyed. There one does not ask oneself the question, why one experiments here with drugs. We stopped at a house. He walked into it. The room was covered with foils. People in protective clothing were mixing previous chemical substances together, hoping to find a new drug. "The boss is waiting for you!" informed one in a suit, pointing his finger at the door behind him. He heaved a sigh of relief. He ran to the back and opened the door, stepping inside. A bunch of men, wearing white caps and coats, until a pair of eyes stood out to me that had black long eyelashes. The situation was unusually frightening to me. "Sit," they ordered Mr. Albini, who obeyed. Just as he did so, one of them took out a sword. I had guessed what was going to happen. Mr. Albini looked at the men behind, when the one looked at the person with long eyelashes, I jumped out of his body. Amazingly I was in a woman's body, from the back row the man with the sword said he had made a gross mistake for which he must be punished. The man swung his sword, his head fell to the ground, just horrible to watch. Right after that, this terrifying man came to me. "Arjeta, I hope it wasn't too painful," he held his left hand on my shoulder. "No, father," she replied coldly: he nodded before disappearing. I observed the situation. Just before she left the house, they had ordered the man to be disposed of. Arjeta, the girl in whose body I was, was only twelve years old. Her old man had blood on his hands. She was kicking in her house. Her mother in the kitchen cooking, if not, she was beaten. Arjeta ignored her completely, ran up the stairs to the room.
As a stowaway, I felt her confident steps, her breasts bouncing up and down. The floor made of wood, her room almost empty, she let herself fall on her belly, taking out her phone and passing the time. The poor thing had no other options to do anything. At some point, she started yawning. It wasn't long before she fell asleep. Left in complete darkness, I took control of her body. After opening her eyes, I searched her phone for clues, but found nothing. Nevertheless, I found in her memory that a ship was leaving for Italy today. Since she still knew someone there, I could use it. Still, since I had a little time left, I massaged my breasts and unsuspectingly reached into her vaginal area. I felt her body flooded with energy, she was still a virgin after all. I ran to her father. Thanks to her memory, I knew how to behave towards her father. I jumped up in her young body, went to her father. "Father, I want to go to Italy by ship." His men whispered. Some advised him against it, some advocated. "Explain why?" he looked at me seriously. "Since you still need a replacement, I can be the deputy in Italy until then. Don't forget that I want to visit Michaella again." Father considered, a broad smile stretching across his face. "You have my permission to go." With a group of thugs, we drove off. There were ninety kilograms of cocaine in the luggage compartment, which we handed over to a police corps at the Drin River. We accepted the money. With the money we boarded a ship bound for Italy, stopping in Vlora. The trip there was nothing out of the ordinary. Besides mountains and goats, nothing could be seen, which is why I spent most of the time in Arjeta's memory. She was adopted as a small child after her stepfather killed her parents. He needed offspring. Even as a child, she was made to understand that she was only alive to become pregnant, bear children and serve her husband, that is, the stepfather's son, yet she did not know him at all. This whole matter did not interest me, it was not mine to decide what was right and what was wrong. In any case, suddenly turned directly towards Italy. Wondering why, I went to the captain, to whom I inquired. Foreign intelligence agencies had seized Vlora because they found several kilograms of drugs there. Many followers had been arrested and were now serving their time behind bars. For a moment I thought of Katie, who could locate me, but she would never do such a thing. Again and again I asked myself if I was now in danger, had they become suspicious? Anyway, after fifteen minutes we arrived. We were checked, nodding with the customs officers. A car was waiting for us, from which Michaela got out. Surely Arjeta's father had contacted her. We ran towards each other. We made small talk, of course like every time, drove north until we arrived at the outlying village of Statte. Statte itself was huge, but the suburb was poorly populated, a good spot to grow moon plants. Over summer, temperatures rise to fifty degrees Celsius. Once again, it was small buildings where camp was set up. Michaella and I walked inside. I was interested in how this new drug was created. She explained to me that she mixes different substances that should not be known anyway. Of course, they are grown organically and they are even supposed to be healthy. Many are imported. "We will soon receive a shipment from Colombia, would you like to come?" she asked me. My trip to America was already booked. I had access to the lab. I saw everything, how it worked. The thugs were packing their stuff in their car. With Michaella, we got into another car. Michaella was the only friend Arjeta could understand. They were best friends for life. Colombia supported Italy with the drug commodity. They also continue to deliver to America, through bribery of course. We laughed at how idiotic these Americans are, that they think that by tightening the borders you can get the drugs out of the country. They would have to do more to stop this. They should have been supported when the time was right, but they did nothing. Now their country is being flooded with drugs, many will die. They will just have to watch others die. Michaella was bitter, she wanted revenge. She grew up in a poor area, without help, without anything, they left her mother to die in the open. What kind of world are we living in? Does the future have to look like this?