Asi es la vida esse
Chapter no 4
Mums boyfriend number two at house number 32 moved out. He was to be replaced with boyfriend number three, who’s name was Osmo Vallo.
The mafia factor peaks when this guy moves in. Our family name was since a long time renowned throughout the legal system in Sweden. I’m only the 2nd generation in Sweden. My father and his brother, from the first generation did a good job establishing the name on the crime map. Now this guy from a Finnish well-known criminal family moved in. I liked him, he was nice and not violent to my mum. However his involvement in the heroin trade didn’t make my life easier. He and my mum left me for long periods on my own, with no money and no food. Many times I had to eat crisp bread as my only meal and sometimes I got food from our neighbours. I was about 14 yeas old by now and had my first proper girl friend. Her family took me on holiday with them. While we were gone their house was burgled and we had to come home a few days early. I didn’t think much about it then, as some one being burgled was normal. I had burgled people’s storage places myself since a few years back. But thinking about it afterwards I can’t help but thinking that my mum’s boyfriend was involved. My girlfriend’s family lived in the posher area and obviously my mum knew where we were and how long we would be gone. The boyfriend told me stories sometimes about fights, encounters with the police and tricks of the trade. He told me that if I fight someone with a knife and I would be stabbed, I don’t have to worry as it only burns a bit.and I will probably not die. And by the way, the guy that stabbed me could be found and been taken care of later. One time, he and my mum was in a car with another friend. The friend was later described to me as a nice guy who didn’t do any harm, “he only burgled and used amphetamine” that’s all. Anyhow, the police stopped them. The copper happened to be an archenemy to my family and he had been on our case for years. They had to line up against the car. The copper pulled his gun and placed it on the ribs of the nice friend and pulled the trigger. Basically he murdered the guy in front of my mum and her boyfriend. As the guy that got shot didn’t have any power in the world of crime the cop didn’t have to face any consequence from his “family”. There was no charges against the copper. From other stories I heard, it seem to ad up to that the copper tried to provoke the boyfriend to take action against the police so they had something to either arrest him for or better kill him for. Another time my mum and the boyfriend was stopped by the police they had another unimportant friend with them in the car. The police made the friend strip naked in the middle of the street and lie down on the ground, face down. Then one of the coppers jumped on his back. This time both my mum and the boyfriend protested, resulting in the coppers beating the boyfriend up with their batons. He showed me the burses when he got home and also told me about the shooting of the other friend. Despite all this, when my mum and the boyfriend was at home it was good. Not any junkies on the sofa. No young girls trying to help their mother home cos she’s to drunk to walk on her own. We had money and the house number 32 was rather peaceful. But I new something was not right. I didn’t see anything going on. They talked about business and when the boyfriend’s brothers were visiting they were always speaking in finish but the picture was straight out of a mafia film so there was no question about what was going on. But their was never any physical evidence. That’s why the police hated them, as there was never any evidence. However, by now I had 15 years experience with criminals so I knew what to look for and when to look. Eventually I found evidence of heroin. That’s how I know that this was the boyfriends business. I also knew what it looks like and in what ways to use it. Some years later the police finally caught up with the boyfriend and killed him in cold blood with “normal” people as witness. They let their two German Sheppard police dogs on him, then beating him up while the dogs were biting of chunks of flesh from his body, and finally strangled him to death. This happened at the estate of Kronoparken and the coppers were freed from all charges.
By this time I had no contact with my mum and I was working on renewing the reputation of our family name to the next generation of coppers.
Authour is the eldest son of former criminal father
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