Chapter 1 - In search of Attila

La cocaïna, la cocaïna a pris ma famille
J'suis une clandestina, une clandestina à Miami

The track was blasting through the speakers, and it made me want to drive recklessly, weaving through cars, pushed by the bass. Back then, I didn’t know what cocaine felt like, but I didn’t need to. I had more energy than my car had horsepower, the bass was on my side, and Szofi was in the passenger seat…