Dear friends,
I hope this email finds you well. I am writing to tell you something happening around me these few days here in Ireland, in a small town called Campile. The news I am telling you might not be pleasant and please be calm when you are reading it.
As told you guys and you might still remember that I worked in a Chinese hair salon as a receptionist in a town called Athlone right after my arrival . I finished that job on the 2nd of December and took a week off and rest in the that town until 7th December. Then I took a 5 hour journey come down to this town called Campile to work in a Chinese takeaway. This new job was introduced my a girl who worked in the hair salon before I took over her position 6 months ago. She then found this Chinese takeaway and worked here until I come down to took over her position again. In short she pass over the job to me again and I started working here from 10th of December until yesterday, 8 days altogether. That's pretty much my life in Ireland and if you are following you might find me really lazy that I never look for a job myself and just take over somebody's left over. Yes, I admit, I was even thinking that I can finally take a little rest since this job is really easy and I have a lot of free time to do some readings and practise some drawings. But life never goes easy on me and now I am jobless and in some kind of deep shit.....
Last night, when I was nearly closing down the shop, at about 10:15pm, Gardai, the Irish police force come down and found the Cannabis, also known as marijuana planting room right over the roof of the Chinese takeaway shop which worth over 800,000 euro. Needless to say, the shop of course has to close and I am in some kind of trouble too as the police starts to investigate and we, those who work downstairs cannot just walk out without being questioned.
There are only two people working in the Chinese takeaway, the receptions that is me an the chief. I report to the chief and he pays me. The business is not that good and still not making profit. The owner or boss is not here and I have never seen him/her. The chief deals with the owner and manage all the takeaway operations. There is also a guy known as Sky, who came to the restaurant for dinner with us who claims himself as a builder works for the restaurant owner. As far as I know and from the information told by Patrick, the landlord of the restaurant, it is another Chinese guy who is renting the ground floor restaurant and upstairs apartment from him. Therefore that Chinese guy who must own the drugs and running the restaurant downstairs is just to cover up the illegal cannabis planting upstairs. I met the landlord of the restaurant Patrick again today and he told me that the police has caught Sky, the guy who claims himself as a builder for the restaurant of the owner who was actually helping the planting the Cannabis there. He would be put into jail up to 5 years. The real owner of the restaurant and the drugs is of course still in the run as the way of most movies' plots go. Now, you can tell that I am absolutely in some kind of holy deep shit.
I have some doubts at the moment would like to consider your comments and advices. Below are the information for your consideration.
1. When the police asked the Chief the name of the restaurant owner the Chief claims he didn't know and that really made the police angry last night. The chief gave a name and number but it didn't seem to be working. The chief doesn't speak much English and is an illegal immigrant. The police knows that.
2. The girl who introduced me this job seems know something about the drugs, but I am not very sure.
3. The police didn't take the chief to the station for further investigation until now. We were free to go home that night. I found that's weird.
4. Patrick, the landlord of the restaurant said that we can still open the takeaway for a few days and take away the money from the til after tomorrow when the police are gone. Is that legal?
5. Patrick the, the landlord of the restaurant said the police has been watching this takeaway since two months ago.
6. The police didn't ask me too many things.
I can't thinking of any points now. I haven't been writing for a long time so this email might be a but mess. I am sorry that you have to read this unpleasant story before Christmas. Ignore it or reply me, I don't mind either way. I think I am fine and still alive so far, so don't worry about me.
Hopefully it's not the end of the world tomorrow.
Cheers,
Vanessa
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