I read the report in ARA about drug dealing today at our house. It seems that through Telegram groups, the client contacts the dealer, pays online, and receives a location where the hidden merchandise is located. They usually stick the bag with a magnet under a trash can or on a metal shutter. In the report, there's a recreation of the practice, where you can see a bag of drugs, with those drying pellets it usually contains.
Everything changes, and so does the world of drugs. In those distant times that I still remember, this wasn't how it was done, of course. There was no Bizum or Google Maps. The transaction was by phone, but the sale was in person (it was left with the dealer or in an alley) and payment was made in cash (being in debt was a possibility, but it was better not to). Nostalgia has led me to yearn for those rudimentary times, because they explain a profound change in society, due to new technologies, which I'm not used to. Music, music understood as a leisure ceremony, was alive back then. In homes, there was a music system, with speakers, that was the centerpiece of the living room. There was a shelf with all the CDs, and even then, vinyl nostalgics complained. They complained, unaware that one day there wouldn't be any CDs either, because Spotify would allow you to have no "object" to listen to music on. Just your cell phone and a small speaker.
Since it had already been released in homes, CD covers were often used, like mirrors, to carve up merchandise. I marvel at the thought. And when it came to making a phone call, the necessary euphemism was related to music. "Can I have the Rolling Stones CD I left at your house?" the user asked. And "Rolling Stones" meant a specific type of drug. The other type was a Beatles CD. This amazes me even more.
