This is the craziest story I've ever lived, and it was the one that gave rise, directly or indirectly, to everything that followed from there. I wasn't a crypto drug dealer back then; I was just a poor pothead who played video games, between the real shots from the favela and those coming from the video game. This story happened two years ago. I was in the middle of my game when my rich and older friend Frank arrived at my house, directly from Amsterdam. He showed me this colored joint, saying that it had part of the Mondrian's soul in it - at that moment, I thought he was talking about the color of the paper - and we laughed. We sat down, talked and decided to smoke that Mondrian Joint.