By Genc Sejko
Despite the urban legends, fictions and stories that are told on the tables or social networks, the truth of what happens to a good part of young Albanians who enter England illegally and deal with the cultivation of cannabis is bitter and not at all hopeful. What really happens to those who get into a hayloft in England?!
At the outset, it must be said that there are two categories that work in hay houses in England.
Those who work with a fixed salary. And those who are paid based on the 'production' they produce.
Those on a fixed salary earn an average of £4,000 a month. They seem a lot for a poor reality like Albania. But it's not like that because it's a 24-hour-a-day job. In an environment where fresh air never enters. Where you never see natural light and are alone throughout the cultivation period. Among the pesticides. In a house that can catch fire at any moment (because those who installed the lamps and are stealing the energy are not electricians). Add here the fact that criminal responsibility falls on the person who is caught guarding it. Simply put. If you were working as a parking attendant you would get £2,000 a month for eight hours of work. So if you were to work 24 hours in the parking lot, you would get £2,000 more than in the bar. It will also make your sleep more comfortable.
The second are those who are paid based on production.
They are paid more than the first category. In theory at least. Because in most cases it doesn't happen like that. It often happens that someone robs them a few days before the harvest and they lose everything. Or they cut off the energy and the production "dies". He was tired and forgot to take proper care of the plant and in the end he takes a quarter of the production. Or worst of all, they get caught by the police without even picking up the first hand. And the latter usually happens. As segments of the police follow the loss of energy in the network. The plant emits a strong smell. From a house that never opens the curtains. In a neighborhood where everyone knows each other and no one knows you.
And the above is only a part of the bitter reality towards which many young Albanians rush, risking their lives. I do not intend to give recipes on how young people in Albania can solve or choose their future. Knowing too well the scum and lost hope there. But drug cultivation and trafficking can never be a solution or choice. Because what is "sold" to you as the dream of London's slums is the trap into which you enter and leave hostage the only thing you have: youth and life.
Morality?!
See these farts driving down the street in fancy cars? You will never be like them. You will work for them. And you will make the prison that they should have made.