Since at least the seventies, hash producers in the Kingdom of Morocco have churned out tons of “chocolate” for the European market, spawning the Mocro-Maffia in Holland and Belgium, with offshoots in Spain, France and beyond. The Moroccan Mafia are a hard nut for journalists to crack but to get a glimpse into this smuggling empire, CrashOut’s narco-respondent Niko Vorobyov landed an interview with a female Moroccan mule (or hash transporter) who got in with the bad crowd and moved the smelly stuff. It’s a fascinating and timely tale.
By Niko Vorobyov
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Fadwa says she kept away from crime in her native Morocco until she told the police about a hash-trafficking suitor, and he decided to claim she was in on the deal. After sharing a cell with murderers, and learning to use her fists, she walked out of jail as an outcast, and ended up marrying the hash trafficker and moving his dope. Love works in mysterious ways. And so does the drug trade. Fadwa’s story here gives a unique glimpse into the Moroccan narco paths from the hash-rich Rif mountains to Amsterdam coffee shops.
I meet Fadwa…
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