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Excerpt from my upcoming autobiography

" Excerpt from my upcoming autobiography " , by Gammadian Ji

This is an excerpt from my upcoming autobiography. For us, this trip, taken in 1973 was an unusual welcome to this ancient land.

We had just boarded the mini-bus to take us from the border to Herat.

In retrospect having not had any hashish in all of the time we’d been in Iran, we probably went overboard in Afghanistan.

Not yet having acquired the art of emptying out cigarettes and refilling them with a mixture of tobacco and hashish, we all broke lumps off the chunk of hashish, chewed and swallowed it.

We had been travelling from Tehran, with a seemingly mismatched couple of young guys. One of them asked me for a piece of hashish, I could see the look in the other’s eye too.

I asked them whether they had eaten hash before. One said no but he’d smoked it, the other said he’d never even smoked any.

I advised them, that, eating hashish was not like smoking it. The experience was very strong, that within an hour you would feel the strangest sensations and may feel half insane, paranoid even.

I said,”maybe, on this ship of fools” and I gestured around the bus, “in the middle of nowhere, it’s maybe not the best time to experiment.”

They argued their case fervently and with a shrug of capitulation I broke off a couple of pieces for them to eat. From the look on their faces, as they chewed, I don’t think they were enjoying the taste.

The mini-bus was crowded, everything was hard, sharp, rudimentary. A piece of plywood for a seat. Everything and everyone was covered with sand. The journey took discomfort to a new level.

There was an acrid smell of sweat, animal smells from the chickens and goats. Dark eyes bore into ours, as if to challenge, which was then broken by a laugh, as they turned away and spoke to another passenger.

A turban came through the window, followed by the head and body crawling over us. I gesticulated at him, barking that there was no room.

He was like a gymnast, fascinatingly, he soon had his foot through the window and then onto a chicken, that squeezed itself somewhere else, whilst squawking loudly in complaint.

With one foot on the floor and the help of gravity, our gymnast was soon part of the scrum, that was Herat bound.

We were getting very stoned and covered in dust. Constantly you needed to stretch to defend your space, hard bodies pressed back. I was rushing on the hashish, it was cutting through the high we’d got from sharing a joint.

I looked at my mates, they both smiled but I could see that the hashish was creating havoc in their brains too. Oh well. I tuned into my breath and attempted to take stock.

Twilight then night fell.

The engine was still belching. The smell of diesel mixed with the assortment of odours that assaulted our senses was overwhelming.

I removed an elbow that was digging in me and pushed away another body that was resting on me.

Darkness wrapped around us like a blanket. Outside the wind was getting up. It was chilly. The days heat had evaporated. We were inadequately dressed and our packs were on the roof.

After chugging endlessly through the dark, cold desert, we came to a stop. There were shouts and responses, none of which we understood.

We followed the crowd, as bodies unfurled and made for the door. We all got out, leaving the chickens and goats to themselves.

It was dark but above stars blinked in the moonless night. Thankfully my pack was still on top of the bus.

There were warm glows coming from curtain gaps in what seemed like a large mud house, that appeared out of the gloom.

We could hear loud, vibrant music. The light was flickering from a shadowy doorway, that everyone made towards.

The door opened into a darkened parlour lit by oil lamps. A live band of musicians played amazingly loud, vibrant music.

The conversation momentarily stopped as the occupants saw us. Dark eyes hidden by turbans looked us over, guns, knives and swords were everywhere. We looked back. The scene looked unreal to our drug filled eyes and potentially dangerous.

There wasn’t a woman in sight. Most of the men returned to eating, talking or puffing on their ubiquitous hookahs, while some continued to take our measure. They all looked like bandits to me.

The couple who had joined our party and taken the hashish with us followed us in and suddenly one of them let out an almighty scream, turned and ran.

Whether it was the hookahs, the smoke from the pipes full of tobacco and sometimes hashish, the darkness, the shadows, the music, or most likely the hashish, which he’d swallowed, he fled. Quite honestly, I could understand his fright.

The locals laughed and there was a rush as they got up and began chasing after him.

I wasn’t going anywhere, I seemed to have plenty to deal with, without the trials of the dark wilderness out there. My friends obviously concurred. We all remained inside and sat down.

The remaining diners continued to look us over. Nonchalantly I hailed the waiter. Our transaction was successful, though our vegetarian diet, would have to go on hold that night. The food was hot and warming.

Eventually, they returned with our intrepid travelling companion, who had run out. Everyone applauded and laughed.

He’d quietened down somewhat. His eyes were still wild, though he looked sheepish and embarrassed at the attention he was receiving.

Luckily, these men knew the desert, knew hashish and inebriated reactions to what was really a very pleasant caravanserai.

Minus the paranoia, these men were good company. Armed or not it didn’t seem they were going to shoot or rob us.

One Afghan who had caught my eye several times, came over and handed me a cigarette. It was obvious that he’d refilled it.

We greedily shared it between us. With a meal in our bellies, the music and ambience, the scene from hell, had turned to heaven. The glances, were no longer threatening, just curious.

I noticed the driver and the conductor finishing up and I signalled the waiter, who charged us a few Afghani’s for our meal. Afghanistan was so cheap at this time you couldn’t believe it.

We went outside, climbed on the roof of the mini-bus and grabbed our jackets from our packs.

We claimed our seats from a goat and a chicken that had presumed it was theirs. The conductor took our money for the trip. The bus filled, we were off into that wild night of dreams.

Trails to India 

" Trails to India " by Frank van den Berge

It’s May 1976
I arrive at the border between Iran and Afghanistan while I am on my way in an old Citroën 2CV4 traveling to India and Nepal. While entering the Iranian customs building to get me stamped out of Iran, it is staggering to see the many showcases with all kinds of brought-in articles from which people tried to smuggle drugs from Afghanistan into the country. Books, clothes, shoes, bags, spare tires and even car batteries are opened with force to show everybody that they will always find it. Rumours are going around that the Iranian custom officers are very well paid by the United States if they catch drug smugglers. They even will drill holes in cars when they suspect something hidden as has happened with some Swiss I would meet later on. Some travelers would even be taken into custody while Iranian customs carry some drugs hidden in their own hands while searching just to get the reward. These bad stories and facts make me rather uncertain although I am heading for Afghanistan and not driving in the opposite way. There will be nothing to worry about.
I pass the Iranian side very easily although they ask me why I am leaving already after a month even though I got a 3 months’ visa for free while entering from Turkey. When telling them about my great experiences in Iran they show me their happiness. “Please, come back another time because you will always be very welcome!” They have no idea that I will enter their great country again after eight months from Pakistan through the Baluchistan province.
After driving through “nowhere land” for some kilometer in between the two borders, I am stopped by an Afghani officer in full local dress. There is no one else to be seen. I have to get out of my car and have to follow him to his simple office. I fill out some papers, my passport and carnet are stamped and he asks me about my “yellow booklet” to show him my injections against yellow fever and small pox. I forgot to take it with me so I walk back to my car to get it. He decides to follow me. We both arrive at my “Ugly Ducky” and I have to open all 4 doors, the back and even the hood. He does not touch anything but he is unmistakably curious what I am carrying with me. While looking at my small 435 cc engine he asks me for permission to have it examined. Although he is not talking about hidden narcotics, I do not feel quite well when he starts knocking on different parts of the engine with a screwdriver for about five minutes. I wonder if he ever has seen such a funny car with such a small engine. He asks me to get the engine started. Then he turns a little screw on the carburettor of my car. I do not have the guts to say anything but when he is finished I ask him what he has done. He starts laughing. “Please, let us smoke one of your cigarettes and listen to me very well”. In quite good English this friendly officer explains me that I am very welcome to his beautiful and peaceful country but that it is actually quite mountainous and while driving a car so high above sea level, the mix of petrol and oxygen has to be corrected. “Our petrol is far from good quality but from now on you will drive very economically. Your engine will not ping, for sure”. We shake hands and suddenly I realize that he still has not seen my yellow booklet. I show it to him on the spot. “No sir. Not necessary anymore. It’s good that you could not show it to me at my office so we had to go back to your car. Otherwise I may have forgotten to correct your engine. Welcome to my lovely country Afghanistan and enjoy!” I am completely flabbergasted. In my mirror I see him waving me goodbye for a long time while I slowly disappear in the semi desert direction Herat.
Of course I do enjoy this great country for a month. The visa for Afghanistan I got for free in Teheran. I have in mind to visit Jam in the centre of the country where a famous minaret is to be seen. The bad road seems to be blocked because of landslides so I follow the “normal” route by visiting Herat, Kandahar and Kabul. In Bamyan I stay for a few days to admire the two big statues of Buddha hewn out the big cliff. The locals are very friendly and they show me how to bake bread in their subterranean ovens. I am invited to see how they grow vegetables and a kind of grain. I feel quite happy in this small hamlet although I hardly see women in the streets. If they walk around, they are fully covered by a black or white “burqa”. This dress concerns the Afghan variant of the chador with which the face is not completely covered. Here women look through a face veil as part of their burqa.
My quite exhausting trip from Bamyan to the lakes of Band-e-Amir is impressive. I nearly freeze to death at the six blue lakes where I spend a night in my car. The views are overwhelming. There is hardly any people living here but I notice a small police office and even some donkeys carrying wood.
In Kabul I apply for a three months’ multiple entry visa for India which I obtain easily for a small fee. Do not expect an Indian Embassy in Pakistan! Many travellers overland are not aware of this fact and they have to drive back from Islamabad into Afghanistan again after applying for a visa for Afghanistan first. Many travellers give up their trip to India because of their lack of wisdom.
In town I meet a Dutch couple who has been living here for a number of years and I decide to leave two spare tires at their place. I got these already used but still fine tires for free from some very good hearted people in Isfahan. The tires had been fixed at the front of my car for a long time therefore opening the hood is quite a nuisance. I promise them I would collect both tires again after coming back from my trip to India. Despite this promise I never met them in my life again because I took another route back home not passing Afghanistan. While travelling from India back into Pakistan I decide to visit Harappa and Mohenjo Daro, two very interesting old cities in the Indus Valley. Being in the south of Pakistan I decide not to go back to Afghanistan but I prefer to take the southern route from Pakistan into Iran. That means following the abandoned railroad through Baluchistan on a very bad track for days.

A Ripple passin

” A Ripple passin by.” by Adrian Lipscomb

Readers may be interested to read my account of my journey on the Hippie Trail in 1972 (as described in my autobiography entitled “A Ripple Passing By”) … THE HIPPIE TRAIL

It was March 1972, and I had just spent six months on Kibbutz Misgav am, in northern Israel (right on the border with Lebanon). But the lure of the open road became just too strong and I decided to move on — so I caught a flight from Lod Airport near Jerusalem (later renamed Ben Gurion Airport) bound for Istanbul. Two months later the Japanese Red Army terrorist group attacked the airport terminal with grenades and machine-guns, killing 26 and wounding 78.

Nevertheless I arrived safely at Istanbul airport after a short flight.

Several months earlier a young American back-packer named Billy Hayes had tried to depart from that same airport (I was to learn years later). The Turkish police searched him and discovered two kilos of hashish strapped to his body; the subsequent events served as the basis for the 1978 movie “Midnight Express”, produced by David Puttnam. Turkish gaols had a bad reputation even then, and poor old Billy suffered terribly before his escape.

In the 1970s Istanbul was a honey-pot for Western travellers in search of adventure or excitement. It was full of history and cultural ambiguity situated as it was midway between the occident and the orient. Like Billy, I stayed at the cheap Gungor Hotel – indeed the hotel was full of middle-class Western kids, all out to see the world and have a good time.

Nearby were the Blue Mosque and the Hagia Sophia, and next door was the Pudding Shop which, even then, had a reputation of mythic proportions for travellers embarking upon, or returning from, the “Hippie Trail”. It was constantly crowded with long-haired hippies sporting beards, beads and floral shirts, eating, drinking and smoking. One could hear a multitude of languages through the din: English, German, French, Danish, Italian. In one corner a black-market deal would be in progress, and in another two long-haired Americans would be engrossed in an animated game of chess. Puddings and tarts were the café’s speciality, but I was especially enamoured of a delicious drink they offered of puréed strawberries. It was smooth as silk.

A large notice board in the café bore messages from travellers seeking lifts or trying to track down lost friends: “LIFT WANTED TO AMSTERDAM – willing to pay. Leave message with Ahmed” or “CHUCK AND MARY – if you see this notice we are staying in the Gungor, Greg & Sue.” In the middle of the notice board was a large printed warning: “IF YOU ARE CAUGHT WITH ONE SMOKE OF HASH YOU GET 7 YEARS”. Billy Hayes should have been warned.

Black-marketeers lurked in the streets and alleyways around the Gungor, and surreptitiously approached young Western travellers with offers to exchange foreign currencies at far better rates than could be achieved in the banks, or to buy unused travellers’ cheques (which could then be claimed as stolen), or even to buy their passports (which would then be passed on to forgery rings). Many young travellers succumbed to these temptations, and more often than not they were ripped off. Fortunately I was a little more cautious. But temptation abounded.

I visited an old Turkish bath-house which Lord Byron had reputedly frequented – all marble columns and steamy antiquity. As I rubbed my finger down an ancient wall I could sense the muses resident in the ancient sweaty patina. A nuggetty little Turk in a loin-cloth scrubbed me down with a loofah and proceeded to break my back with one of the most excruciating massages I have ever had – he even walked very pointedly up and down my spine. I slept for an hour afterwards in my own little private chamber, and floated for the rest of the day. An American girl I met visited a female bath-house at the same time, and (she told me later) she had to object strenuously to prevent the women attendants from shaving off her pubic hair – which apparently was customary for Turkish women.

Next day I caught the train and started on my easterly journey.

My objective now was to head to Asia as fast as possible. Europe was far too expensive, and my funds were limited. On the railway platform, for the first time in my life, I was spat upon as an infidel – not a pleasant experience. I gritted my teeth and moved on.

Once aboard the train I linked up with a group of young travellers, two English and three French, who were also headed east. This group bore all the hallmarks of exactly what they were: 1970s hippies. Long matted hair tied back with bandanas, paisley shirts, flared jeans, sandals, beads, and carrying large H-frame packs. Two were very pretty French girls who spoke quite good English, and were most amused at my poor attempts at French. Their names were Christelle and Isabelle. The third Frenchman was a gaunt young fellow named Marcel; he wore thick spectacles, spoke very little (in either French or English), and was constantly immersed in a French paperback copy of Das Kapital. The two Englishmen, Neil and Patrick, were both from Liverpool and had been travelling in some pretty remote places in North Africa and Greece for over a year, but (curiously) had never actually been to London.

We all had similar objectives, and so we shared our collective intelligence of the route ahead (bear in mind, dear reader, that this was over a decade before travel guides such as Lonely Planet became available). The six of us spread ourselves out over two compartments in the train to share the facilities with the local travellers, much to the disgust of some large black-clad Turkish women who wanted to exclude these infidel hippies from their presence. They complained to the conductor who checked our tickets and politely declined to get involved. The women glared at us for several hours across the compartment until they disembarked at Ankara.

My hippie acquaintances were, however, good and cheerful company, and we were to travel all the way to Pakistan together.

The train took us to Ankara, and then across the Anatolian Plains, and on to Erzerum, the scene of great horrors during the Armenian Genocide in 1915. The countryside was flat and desolate, but with mountains constantly skirting the far northern horizon. One particular peak stood out, and a friendly Turk I met in the corridor of the train smiled and conveyed in broken English that it was Ararat, where Noah had supposedly landed his ark in biblical antiquity.

Erzerum was the largest town in eastern Turkey, and was refreshingly devoid of high-rise buildings and modernity. In winter it became a snowy tourist Mecca for many Turks, but in summer it was just a drab and dismal settlement. Most houses were built of stone or mud, although a few ugly concrete structures were starting to appear here and there. We scouted around and found that there was a cross-border coach leaving soon. We booked seats, crossed uneventfully into Iran that afternoon, and spent an uncomfortably cramped night travelling on to the capital.

We arrived at Teheran early in the morning, and soon learned that the connecting bus departed in a few hours for our next destination: Mashhad, in the north-east of the country. So my friends and I wandered off for a quick “recce” of the city while we waited.

Iran was, of course, far from an egalitarian society. The Shah was very keen on western technology, but on his own strictly autocratic terms. And that meant that the rich got richer and the poor got poorer. There was a semblance of deference to western values – people wore jeans and pants suits, and most women foresook the hijab; even mini-skirts could be seen occasionally on Teheran’s streets. But all was not as it seemed. America wanted Iran’s oil – so it was happy to applaud the superficialities of change and leave the Shah in charge so long as it continued to have access to the oilfields. Nevertheless a die-hard reactionism seethed beneath the surface. Six years later a revolution would depose the Shah and bring the Ayatolla Khomeini to power in Teheran with a grossly repressive Islamic theocratic constitution – and a burning hatred of America.

But in the early 1970s Iran was ostensibly taking tentative steps towards “modernisation”, and had adopted some very strict laws regarding such things as sex and drugs. So I was quite surprised to come across a couple of rough-looking guys in a city park openly smoking ganja. They smiled and beckoned me to join them – but I politely declined – I didn’t savour the prospect of a long sentence in an Iranian gaol.

My hippie friends and I travelled on by bus, and spent two days in Mashhad – best known for its magnificent Gosharshad Mosque, the focus of pilgrimages for hundreds of thousands of Shi-ites annually. The town was also famous for the intricate Persian carpets that were woven there. I visited one workshop where little boys as young as eight or nine delicately repaired antique carpets (and in the process ruined their eyes!).

Sixty kilometres west of Mashhad was Nishapur and the tomb of Omar Khayyám. My great grandfather, William Simpson, had visited there in 1884 and had souvenired a rose-hip from the tomb. He took it back to England, cultivated it, and planted it on the grave of Khayyám’s English translator, Edward Fitzgerald, in Boulge, Suffolk. The Omar Khayyám rose, a pale pink damask, spread from there and later became popular in Victorian gardens. It can still be obtained in nurseries specialising in old-fashioned roses – and I currently have one growing in my own garden, as I write this. These historical connections were exquisitely interesting.

A further day’s bus trip to the east, through rugged mountains, took us over the border into Afghanistan, and I spent a night on a stretcher-bed at a lonely little hotel beside the border post. It was a desolate spot with few other signs of human habitation. The friendly border guards grinned and offered some unexpected gifts in extended hands as the bus took off again – small farewell offerings of hashish! Yes, Afghanistan was a very different culture.

Then on to the ancient town of Herat, with its towering fifteenth-century mud-brick citadel and streets echoing to the clip-clop of horse-drawn tongas. We travellers rented a palatial villa to rest up for a couple of days, and the friendly Afghani owner proudly showed me his collection of American hard-core porn magazines that night. I marvelled politely at the athleticism depicted.

Four more hours by bus through a featureless landscape brought us to the drab town of Kandahar, in the south of Afghanistan, where obliging blacksmiths could copy any weapon you desired – AK47s, M16s or Lee Enfields. The Taliban was to find the metal-working skills of these artisans most useful thirty five years later as they engaged the US-led occupation in a weary war of attrition and sabotage.

And then to Kabul, high in the Hindu Kush – nestling in the gentle lap of snow-capped peaks and barren wastelands. As with all Afghani settlements, this was a drab place, where hashish was as common as tobacco, where hippies shot up on the roof tops and meditated in the corners of chai shops, and where the Russians competed with the Americans to see who could provide more foreign aid. The Americans had built the airport and the Russians the main roads, and both jockeyed for favour with King Zahir Shah.

The population of Kabul comprised mainly two ethnic groups known as Tajiks and Pashtuns. Men usually wore turbans or pakols (flat caps) on their heads, and sported flowing beards; women were sometimes clad in burqas or chadors, but a surprising number (given the Muslim traditions) wore no head coverings at all.

The centre of Kabul was a market-place teeming with stalls and shops overflowing onto the narrow footpaths. Its wide streets held few cars, but burqa-clad women and turbaned men (often carrying rifles) mingled with laden donkeys and camels. We were met at the bus terminal by a host of hawkers and touts, mostly young boys, one of whom obligingly led my group of travellers to a very basic adobe hotel named incongruously The Holiday Inn. Its flat roof was littered with spent needles from a decade of itinerant Western druggies, but its rooms were cheap and basic. Nearby was Chicken Street, the hippie centre of activity in Kabul, where a profusion of chai shops, cafes and handicrafts could be found. Western travellers from a multitude of countries frequented Chicken Street. They were heading in both directions on the Hippie Trail, east and west, and one could trade stories of the road ahead over tea and a joint in the numerous chai shops.

On the outskirts of the city was the zoo, which I visited with my English companions, Neil and Patrick. It housed an uninspiring little menagerie, the highlight of which was a moth-eaten lion stretching lazily in his pit. I fear zoos did not feature very highly in Afghan government budget priorities.

Plans to organise millennium party in Anjuna

Plans to organise millennium party in Anjuna take ugly turn

By A Staff Repórter

PANAJI, Dec 22: Plans to organise a new millennium rave party for foreign tourists at Anjuna beach on the state government property have taken an ugly turn with pólice arresting six persons for breach of peace in Anjuna this morning.

Escorted by a team of 30 policemen, the tourism department began demolition of the “¡Ilegal structures” at Paraíso de Anjuna, which falls in its property. presently given on léase. However, the demolition squad aban-doned the work after receiving a phone cali from a top politician.

On the other hand a public interest litigation (PIL) filed by Mr Peter D’Souza, prayed for demolition of ¡Ilegal structures and restraining Mr Norman Azavedo and Mr Jeh Wadia frorr. holding the rave party in Anjuna in public interest.

Both, Mr Wadia and Mr Azavedo, have given an under-taking to the High Court saying that they will not carry out any constructions in the survey num-bers 212/1, 212/6 and 121/11, besides not to host, permit to host or use of any rave party or any other activities as mentioned in the PIL till the hearing on De-cember 23. Mr D’Souza also made the state of Goa, through the chief secretary, village panchayat, Anjuna, Directorate of Tourism, Town and Country Planning department, the Goa Coastal Zone Management Committee, Mr Azavedo and Mr Wadia as respondents in the petition.

The party was planned on over 70,000 sq. mts land and the petitioner said fhat the organisers had erected fencing aiong the property.

When reporters contacted the Chief Minister, Mr Francisco Sardinha, he said that he had stopped the demolition work in view of the matter being subjudice. He said the government would act as per the direction of the court.

The Director General of Pólice (DGP), Mr R S Sahaye, told reporters that six persons were arrestad in Anjuna for breach of peace there. He said the pólice had intensified patrolling along the coastal belt.

Replying to a question, Mr Sahaye said the cooperative ef-forts of all agencies involved in fighting the drug menace was

needed to fight the drugs, especially two state agencies, the tourism department and state excise department. Besides, Mr Sahaye also said the narcotics control bureau (NCB) and customs and central excise also would join in efforts to fight the drugs menace in Goa.

The Anjuna pólice when con­tacted said six persons, including one Mr Nesh Wadia had been arrested by the pólice and later released thern on bail. The pólice have registered cases under section 107 and 151 of the Indian Penal Code.

Meanwhile, according to the information available the Tour­ism Department had given its property at Anjuna to Mr Azavedo on léase and that the léase period had expired on September 30. The industrialist, Mr J Wadia had hired the property for holding a new millennium party for 10 days, beginning from today.

The tourism-trade sources said nearly 30,000 to 35,000 for­eign tourists were scheduled to particípate in the party during ten days. The trade sources also revealed that the massive publiciry was given to the party through internet.

The end of Tito’s !

The end of Tito's !

It is with sadness but with anger that we have sold our entire business in Goa. I personally have suffered the least as I was compensated adequately and even my future generations won’t have to work. I will also share some with our staff , but in the long term they now have no jobs. Can i please ask our officials to employ them as I do not ever plan any more business in Goa. By ” officials” i mean all the harassing lot, like police, pda, crz, ngos, panchayat n sarpanchas ( not Shawn Martins ), bdo, dy collectors, Am very grateful to certain segments of the Government like Dr Sawant , the IAS officers, ex staff , present staff, our neighbours , all my friends and family and the common people of Goa who all contributed to this great Brand called TITOS. End of an Era!

Goa tourism fails to cash in on millennium wave

Goa tourism fails to cash in on millennium wave

By A Staff Repórter

PANAJI, Dec 29: Though heavy tourist inflow was expected to Goa as a favourite millennium spot, figures and experience tell a different story.

The state government’s failure to clear the doubts created by counter-campaigns by other states in major metros have shattered many domestic tour­ists dream of celebrating their new millennium in this tourist paradise.

The Chief Minister, Mr Francisco Sardinha, who has reviewed the tourist arrival situation admitted that the inflow was not up to expectations, and hopes that it might go up on the last day or the first week of the new year.

The occupancy rates in many hotels and lodging houses have not touched cent per cent, despite the media hype that it will be “house full” in Goa. The five star hotels, which had tied up with .chain. hotels, are reporting back-to-back bookings.

Some of the domestic tourists, who claimed that they arrived in Goa by taking a risk of sleeping on the streets were shocked to get easy accommodation.

Dr Ompraksh Chaudhary, a Delhi-based doctor, said in Delhi every travel agencies had advised him not to go to Goa without prior bookings. However, he said he got easy accommodation and he has now decided to extend his stay in Goa.

In spite of the massive campaign carried out by travel agents through the Internet, there was no increase in chartered flights for the new millen­nium. However, the domestic tourists arrival number has gone up.

According to department of tourism statistics, 66 chartered flights had arrived from December 1 to 26, bringing 15,996 foreign tourists. The Airport Authority of India’s (AA1) officer at Dabolim airport said this chartered flights were cleared six months in advance. However, no new flight was cleared, for the millennium, he said.

Two new five star hotels have been opened in Goa for the millennium. Besides  385 bed  capacities, some small hotels also sprouted up in the   
state during the season. In all, there are 52 star-       
category hotels in the state.

The director of tourism, Mr Kesh Kamat, told        A The Navhind Times that the department had ins- pected an additional 25,000 domestic tourists the millennium.

When asked to give his reaction to the
tourist response, Mr Kamat said the tourist arrivals
scenario has not changed. But he said the media—ti
hype, which had created a picture of heavy rush. This
scared many back-packers away.

Mr Kamat said during 1998, a total of 10,25,259
tourists arrived in Goa, while, till November this
year, this number has gone only up to 10,90,911.
He said there was good rise ia flow of tourists in Goa, compared to last year.

The. number of foreign tourists numbers also remained the same compared to last year. During 1998. 2,75,047 foreign tourists arrived in Goa, while till November this year, the figures read    _
2,38,704. Till December 26. another batch of
15,993 foreign tourists arrived through 66 char-
tered flights.

The director-general of pólice (DGP), Mr R S  Sahaye, has said that the travel agents’ main campaign pitch centered on “total    permissiveness for ” various activities.” He said this campaign was a sheer attempt to misguide the tourists, and those who wanted to enjoy the new millennium have arrived. He said the the pólice had kept special squads to control the law and order situation.

Travel and trade circles are attributing various factors for the tepid tourist response. Basically, many feel that the government had failed in its public relations.

Besides, the national print-media also gave a wrong impression that the cost of everything will be go up through the roof during the millennium, they said.

The new face of BAD !

The new face of BAD!

A couple of years ago, some of the kids recommended the TV series “Breaking Bad.” I had seen some chapter and it did not convince me, but as it is necessary to do with the series, I started with the beginning and kept watching until the third season. The parts are hilarious, but some social engineering didn’t make me feel comfortable. They talk continuously on their mobiles, which makes the children feel that they are, and sure, if you want to spend time, make time. Also, the real Mr. Bad, the president of a fast food chain, is a carbon copy of the president of the United States, which I did not find appropriate. That was then. Now after the Snowden revelations, the continued use of drones, Guantanamo isn’t even news, I’m starting to think it’s pretty spot on.

The mining of data, not the actual spoken words, have shown that what before was seen as conspiracy theories, have turned out to be reality. In Germany, where there has been a major scandal around a new nazi party, who were assassinating mostly immigrant turks, there were plainclothes police in the area every time. And, when they killed a policewoman and seriously injured her partner, there were American intelligence in the vicinity as well! When Dilma, the president of Brasil denounced her mobile phone being pinched, her major complaint was that they were using the information for commercial purposes, about the new oil finds in the ocean, in front of Rio. Then it turns out, that many gameapps are tampered, and the example they use is “Angry birds” a Finnish made game, very popular. When most games are made in the states, why use the birds as an example? Less people will use it, i.e. they will probably play American. Now, even the American senators are complaining, since they get their computers from the intelligence circuit, with spyware already installed.

All of this is in the virtual space, but the drones are very not so. The people who live in the tribal territories in Pakistan, or Yemen, for ex. are terrified, they hear the drone of the engines for days, day and night, never knowing when or where it is going to hit, then katabum, and their house is destroyed, blown into pieces, with the inhabitants plastered against the ruined walls. But no American soldier is at risk!

And, of course, for the badness as usual, trust the Russians!

Now, even Dick has joined the Pussies, as the Crimea has joined Russia, while the police (Russian or pro-Russian Ukrainian police?) were doing sharpshooting in Kiev, the demonstrators defending themselves as best as they could,

then as if it wasn’t enough, they shot down an airplane, not the first, a good friend was in the Korean flight, that was shot down in the 90;ies. And victims all over the place, locals, ozzies, dutch, most of the worlds experts on Aids, was that the real reason ?

And talking about victims, the Victims during millennia, has managed to sadden the world, killing a lot of Palestinians, creating a new generation of victims, in revenge for three of their own, and the never ending missiles. And the yihad, who uses victims to scare the others to flee, in Iraque, and Syria. As if there hasn’t been enough suffering. And they call them selves Isis!

I’ve been writing this article for a long time, when I had most of it down, but feeling it very negative, joebanana came under heavy hack attack, and it had our attention during months, until finally Ray, of Stoned Pig, who does web-security, managed to find the gate, through where the hackers accessed.

 

Now, when I finally reach the end, it seems in the United States, the younger generation, specially among the jewish, are shaking up their beliefs, and begin to regard values based on universal justice, respect, and tolerance, and they see the images from Gaza, and feel a profound consternation! It has to begin somewhere, and the young ones are the future after all. But it needs many generations to come out of the revenge cycle, specially after millenniums ! And a last image, also from the States, that gives some hope!

Boom – Shankar ! Missing Inka.

ELITE, AND NO TAX

Economy | Buying Power

For the Wealthiest, a Private Tax System That Saves Them Billions

The very richest are able to quietly shape tax policy that will allow them to shield millions, if not billions, of their income.

By NOAM SCHEIBER and PATRICIA COHEN

Louis Moore Bacon, shown with his wife, Gabrielle, is the founder of a highly successful hedge fund and a leading contributor to Jeb Bush’s Super PAC. Among his homes is one on Robins Island, off Long Island. Credit Left: Amanda Gordon/Bloomberg News, via Getty Images

WASHINGTON — The hedge fund magnates Daniel S. Loeb, Louis Moore Bacon and Steven A. Cohen have much in common. They have managed billions of dollars in capital, earning vast fortunes. They have invested millions in art — and millions more in political candidates.

Moreover, each has exploited an esoteric tax loophole that saved them millions in taxes. The trick? Route the money to Bermuda and back.

With inequality at its highest levels in nearly a century and public debate rising over whether the government should respond to it through higher taxes on the wealthy, the very richest Americans have financed a sophisticated and astonishingly effective apparatus for shielding their fortunes. Some call it the “income defense industry,” consisting of a high-priced phalanx of lawyers, estate planners, lobbyists and anti-tax activists who exploit and defend a dizzying array of tax maneuvers, virtually none of them available to taxpayers of more modest means.

In recent years, this apparatus has become one of the most powerful avenues of influence for wealthy Americans of all political stripes, including Mr. Loeb and Mr. Cohen, who give heavily to Republicans, and the liberal billionaire George Soros, who has called for higher levies on the rich while at the same time using tax loopholes to bolster his own fortune.

All are among a small group providing much of the early cash for the 2016 presidential campaign.

Operating largely out of public view — in tax court, through arcane legislative provisions, and in private negotiations with the Internal Revenue Service — the wealthy have used their influence to steadily whittle away at the government’s ability to tax them. The effect has been to create a kind of private tax system, catering to only several thousand Americans.

The impact on their own fortunes has been stark. Two decades ago, when Bill Clinton was elected president, the 400 highest-earning taxpayers in America paid nearly 27 percent of their income in federal taxes, according to I.R.S. data. By 2012, when President Obama was re-elected, that figure had fallen to less than 17 percent, which is just slightly more than the typical family making $100,000 annually, when payroll taxes are included for both groups.

The ultra-wealthy “literally pay millions of dollars for these services,” said Jeffrey A. Winters, a political scientist at Northwestern University who studies economic elites, “and save in the tens or hundreds of millions in taxes.”

Some of the biggest current tax battles are being waged by some of the most generous supporters of 2016 candidates. They include the families of the hedge fund investors Robert Mercer, who gives to Republicans, and James Simons, who gives to Democrats; as well as the options trader Jeffrey Yass, a libertarian-leaning donor to Republicans.

Mr. Yass’s firm is litigating what the agency deemed to be tens of millions of dollars in underpaid taxes. Renaissance Technologies, the hedge fund Mr. Simons founded and which Mr. Mercer helps run, is currently under review by the I.R.S. over a loophole that saved their fund an estimated $6.8 billion in taxes over roughly a decade, according to a Senate investigation. Some of these same families have also contributed hundreds of thousands of dollars to conservative groups that have attacked virtually any effort to raises taxes on the wealthy.

 

For the Richest, Lower Taxes

The average tax rate for the ultra-wealthy has fallen dramatically.

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In the heat of the presidential race, the influence of wealthy donors is being tested. At stake are the Obama administration’s limited 2013 tax increase on high earners — the first in two decades — and an I.R.S. initiative to ensure that, in effect, the higher rate sticks by cracking down on tax avoidance by the wealthy.

While Democrats like Bernie Sanders and Hillary Clinton have pledged to raise taxes on these voters, virtually every Republican has advanced policies that would vastly reduce their tax bills, sometimes to as little as 10 percent of their income.

At the same time, most Republican candidates favor eliminating the inheritance tax, a move that would allow the new rich, and the old, to bequeath their fortunes intact, solidifying the wealth gap far into the future. And several have proposed a substantial reduction — or even elimination — in the already deeply discounted tax rates on investment gains, a foundation of the most lucrative tax strategies.

“There’s this notion that the wealthy use their money to buy politicians; more accurately, it’s that they can buy policy, and specifically, tax policy,” said Jared Bernstein, a senior fellow at the left-leaning Center on Budget and Policy Priorities who served as chief economic adviser to Vice President Joseph R. Biden Jr. “That’s why these egregious loopholes exist, and why it’s so hard to close them.”

The Family Office

Each of the top 400 earners took home, on average, about $336 million in 2012, the latest year for which data is available. If the bulk of that money had been paid out as salary or wages, as it is for the typical American, the tax obligations of those wealthy taxpayers could have more than doubled.

Instead, much of their income came from convoluted partnerships and high-end investment funds. Other earnings accrued in opaque family trusts and foreign shell corporations, beyond the reach of the tax authorities.

The well-paid technicians who devise these arrangements toil away at white-shoe law firms and elite investment banks, as well as a variety of obscure boutiques. But at the fulcrum of the strategizing over how to minimize taxes are so-called family offices, the customized wealth management departments of Americans with hundreds of millions or billions of dollars in assets.

Family offices have existed since the late 19th century, when the Rockefellers pioneered the institution, and gained popularity in the 1980s. But they have proliferated rapidly over the past decade, as the ranks of the super-rich, and the size of their fortunes, swelled to record proportions.

“We have so much wealth being created, significant wealth, that it creates a need for the family office structure now,” said Sree Arimilli, an industry recruiting consultant.

Family offices, many of which are dedicated to managing and protecting the wealth of a single family, oversee everything from investment strategy to philanthropy. But tax planning is a core function. While the specific techniques these advisers employ to minimize taxes can be mind-numbingly complex, they generally follow a few simple principles, like converting one type of income into another type that’s taxed at a lower rate.

Mr. Loeb, for example, has invested in a Bermuda-based reinsurer — an insurer to insurance companies — that turns around and invests the money in his hedge fund. That maneuver transforms his profits from short-term bets in the market, which the government taxes at roughly 40 percent, into long-term profits, known as capital gains, which are taxed at roughly half that rate. It has had the added advantage of letting Mr. Loeb defer taxes on this income indefinitely, allowing his wealth to compound and grow more quickly.

(The Bermuda insurer Mr. Loeb helped set up went public in 2013 and is active in the insurance business, not merely a tax dodge. Mr. Cohen and Mr. Bacon abandoned similar insurance-based strategies in recent years.)

Organizing one’s business as a partnership can be lucrative in its own right. Some of the partnerships from which the wealthy derive their income are allowed to sell shares to the public, making it easy to cash out a chunk of the business while retaining control. But unlike other publicly traded corporations, they pay no corporate income tax; the partners pay taxes as individuals. And the income taxes are often reduced by large deductions, such as for depreciation.

For large private partnerships, meanwhile, the I.R.S. often struggles “to determine whether a tax shelter exists, an abusive tax transaction is being used,” according to a recent report by the Government Accountability Office. The agency is not allowed to collect taxes directly from these partnerships, even those with several hundred partners. Instead, it must collect from each individual partner, requiring the agency to commit significant time and manpower.

The wealthy can also avail themselves of a range of esoteric and customized tax deductions that go far beyond writing off a home office or dinner with a client. One aggressive strategy is to place income in a type of charitable trust, generating a deduction that offsets the income tax. The trust then purchases what’s known as a private placement life insurance policy, which invests the money on a tax-free basis, frequently in a number of hedge funds. The person’s heirs can inherit, also tax-free, whatever money is left after the trust pays out a percentage each year to charity, often a considerable sum.

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Daniel S. Loeb, shown with his wife, Margaret, runs the $17 billion Third Point hedge fund. Mr. Loeb, who owns a home in East Hampton, has contributed to Jeb Bush’s Super PAC and given $1 million to the American Unity Super PAC, which supports gay rights. Credit Left: Patrick McMullan/Pmc

Many of these maneuvers are well established, and wealthy taxpayers say they are well within their rights to exploit them. Others exist in a legal gray area, its boundaries defined by the willingness of taxpayers to defend their strategies against the I.R.S. Almost all are outside the price range of the average taxpayer.

Among tax lawyers and accountants, “the best and brightest get a high from figuring out how to do tricky little deals,” said Karen L. Hawkins, who until recently headed the I.R.S. office that oversees tax practitioners. “Frankly, it is almost beyond the intellectual and resource capacity of the Internal Revenue Service to catch.”

The combination of cost and complexity has had a profound effect, tax experts said. Whatever tax rates Congress sets, the actual rates paid by the ultra-wealthy tend to fall over time as they exploit their numerous advantages.

From Mr. Obama’s inauguration through the end of 2012, federal income tax rates on individuals did not change (excluding payroll taxes). But the highest earning one-thousandth of Americans went from paying an average of 20.9 percent to 17.6 percent. By contrast, the top 1 percent, excluding the very wealthy, went from paying just under 24 percent on average to just over that level.

“We do have two different tax systems, one for normal wage-earners and another for those who can afford sophisticated tax advice,” said Victor Fleischer, a law professor at the University of San Diego who studies the intersection of tax policy and inequality. “At the very top of the income distribution, the effective rate of tax goes down, contrary to the principles of a progressive income tax system.”

A Very Quiet Defense

Having helped foster an alternative tax system, wealthy Americans have been aggressive in defending it.

Trade groups representing the Bermuda-based insurance company Mr. Loeb helped set up, for example, have spent the last several months pleading with the I.R.S. that its proposed rules tightening the hedge fund insurance loophole are too onerous.

The major industry group representing private equity funds spends hundreds of thousands of dollars each year lobbying on such issues as “carried interest,” the granddaddy of Wall Street tax loopholes, which makes it possible for fund managers to pay the capital gains rate rather than the higher standard tax rate on a substantial share of their income for running the fund.

The budget deal that Congress approved in October allows the I.R.S. to collect underpaid taxes from large partnerships at the firm level for the first time — which is far easier for the agency — thanks to a provision that lawmakers slipped into the deal at the last minute, before many lobbyists could mobilize. But the new rules are relatively weak — firms can still choose to have partners pay the taxes — and don’t take effect until 2018, giving the wealthy plenty of time to weaken them further.

Shortly after the provision passed, the Managed Funds Association, an industry group that represents prominent hedge funds like D. E. Shaw, Renaissance Technologies, Tiger Management and Third Point, began meeting with members of Congress to discuss a wish list of adjustments. The founders of these funds have all donated at least $500,000 to 2016 presidential candidates. During the Obama presidency, the association itself has risen to become one of the most powerful trade groups in Washington, spending over $4 million a year on lobbying.

And while the lobbying clout of the wealthy is most often deployed through industry trade associations and lawyers, some rich families have locked arms to advance their interests more directly.

The inheritance tax has been a primary target. In the early 1990s, a California family office executive named Patricia Soldano began lobbying on behalf of wealthy families to repeal the tax, which would not only save them money, but make it easier to preserve their business empires from one generation to the next. The idea struck many hardened operatives as unrealistic at the time, given that the tax affected only the wealthiest Americans. But Ms. Soldano’s efforts — funded in part by the Mars family — laid the groundwork for a one-year elimination in 2010.

The tax has been restored, but currently applies only to couples leaving roughly $11 million or more to their heirs, up from those leaving more than $1.2 million when Ms. Soldano started her campaign. It affected fewer than 5,200 families last year.

“If anyone would have told me we’d be where we are today, I would never have guessed it,” Ms. Soldano said in an interview.

Some of the most profound victories are barely known outside the insular world of the wealthy and their financial managers.

In 2009, Congress set out to require that investment partnerships like hedge funds register with the Securities and Exchange Commission, partly so that regulators would have a better grasp on the risks they posed to the financial system.

The early legislative language would have required single-family offices to register as well, exposing the highly secretive institutions to scrutiny that their clients were eager to avoid. Some of the I.R.S.’s cases against the wealthy originate with tips from the S.E.C., which is often better-positioned to spot tax evasion.

By the summer of 2009, several family-office executives had formed a lobbying group called the Private Investor Coalition to push back against the proposal. The coalition won an exemption in the 2010 Dodd-Frank financial reform bill, then spent much of the next year persuading the S.E.C. to largely adopt its preferred definition of “family office.”

So expansive was the resulting loophole that Mr. Soros’s $24.5 billion hedge fund took advantage of it, converting to a family office after returning capital to its remaining outside investors. The hedge fund manager Stanley Druckenmiller, a former business partner of Mr. Soros, took the same step.

The Soros family, which generally supports Democrats, has committed at least $1 million to the 2016 presidential campaign; Mr. Druckenmiller, who favors Republicans, has put slightly more than $300,000 behind three different G.O.P. presidential candidates.

A slide presentation from the Private Investor Coalition’s 2013 annual meeting credited the success to multiple meetings with members of the Senate Banking Committee, the House Financial Services Committee, congressional staff and S.E.C. staff. “All with a low profile,” the document noted. “We got most of what we wanted AND a few extras we didn’t request.”

A Hobbled Monitor

After all the loopholes and all the lobbying, what remains of the government’s ability to collect taxes from the wealthy runs up against one final hurdle: the crisis facing the I.R.S.

President Obama has made fighting tax evasion by the rich a priority. In 2010, he signed legislation making it easier to identify Americans who squirreled away assets in Swiss bank accounts and Cayman Islands shelters.

His I.R.S. convened a Global High Wealth Industry Group, known colloquially as “the wealth squad,” to scrutinize the returns of Americans with incomes of at least $10 million a year.

But while these measures have helped the government retrieve billions, the agency’s efforts have flagged in the face of scandal, political pressure and budget cuts. Between 2010, the year before Republicans took control of the House of Representatives, and 2014, the I.R.S. budget dropped by nearly $2 billion in real terms, or nearly 15 percent. That has forced it to shed about 5,000 high-level enforcement positions out of about 23,000, according to the agency.

 

Audit rates for the $10 million-plus club spiked in the first few years of the Global High Wealth program, but have plummeted since then.

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Steven A. Cohen, shown with his wife, Alexandra, is the founder of SAC Capital and owns a home in East Hampton. He is a prominent art collector and has focused his political contributions on a Super PAC for Chris Christie. Credit Left: Carly Erickson/BFA; Right: Doug Kuntz for The New York Times

The political challenge for the agency became especially acute in 2013, after the agency acknowledged singling out conservative nonprofits in a review of political activity by tax-exempt groups. (Senior officials left the agency as a result of the controversy.)

Several former I.R.S. officials, including Marcus Owens, who once headed the agency’s Exempt Organizations division, said the controversy badly damaged the agency’s willingness to investigate other taxpayers, even outside the exempt division.

“I.R.S. enforcement is either absent or diminished” in certain areas, he said. Mr. Owens added that his former department — which provides some oversight of money used by charities and nonprofits to further political campaigns — has been decimated.

Groups like FreedomWorks and Americans for Tax Reform, which are financed by the foundations of wealthy families and large businesses, have called for impeaching the I.R.S. commissioner. They are bolstered by deep-pocketed advocacy groups like the Club for Growth, which has aided primary challenges against Republicans who have voted in favor of higher taxes.

In 2014, the Club for Growth Action fund raised more than $9 million and spent much of it helping candidates critical of the I.R.S. Roughly 60 percent of the money raised by the fund came from just 12 donors, including Mr. Mercer, who has given the group $2 million in the past five years. Mr. Mercer and his immediate family have also donated more than $11 million to several super PACs supporting Senator Ted Cruz of Texas, an outspoken I.R.S. critic. and a presidential candidate.

Another prominent donor is Mr. Yass, who helps run a trading firm called the Susquehanna International Group. He donated $100,000 to the Club for Growth Action fund in September. Mr. Yass serves on the board of the libertarian Cato Institute and, like Mr. Mercer, appears to subscribe to limited-government views that partly motivate his political spending.

But he may also have more than a passing interest in creating a political environment that undermines the I.R.S. Susquehanna is currently challenging a proposed I.R.S. determination that an affiliate of the firm effectively repatriated more than $375 million in income from subsidiaries located in Ireland and the Cayman Islands in 2007, activating a large tax liability. (The affiliate brought the money back to the United States in later years and paid dividend taxes on it; the I.R.S. asserts that it should have paid the ordinary income tax rate, at a cost of tens of millions of dollars more.)

In June, Mr. Yass donated more than $2 million to three super PACs aligned with Senator Rand Paul of Kentucky, who has called for taxing all income at a flat rate of 14.5 percent. That change in itself would save wealthy supporters like Mr. Yass millions of dollars.

Mr. Paul has suggested going even further, calling the IRS a “rogue agency” and circulating a petition in 2013 calling for the tax equivalent of regime change. “Be it now therefore resolved,” the petition reads, “that we, the undersigned, demand the immediate abolishment of the Internal Revenue Service.”

But even if that campaign is a long shot, the richest taxpayers will continue to enjoy advantages over everyone else.

For the ultra-wealthy, “our tax code is like a leaky barrel,” said J. Todd Metcalf, the Democrats’ chief tax counsel on the Senate Finance Committee. ”Unless you plug every hole or get a new barrel, it’s going to leak out.”

Nicholas Confessore contributed reporting and Kitty Bennett contributed research.

Opio

ARCHIVO – Esta foto de archivo del 19 de febrero de 2013 muestra pastillas de OxyContin preparadas para una foto en una farmacia en Montpelier, Vermont.

Más de 28,000 estadounidenses murieron por sobredosis de opiáceos en 2014, un récord para la nación. Eso es 78 personas por día, un número que no incluye a los millones de familiares, socorristas e incluso contribuyentes que sienten la onda de la adicción a las drogas en su vida diaria. Un aumento en los analgésicos recetados es parcialmente culpable: la venta de estos medicamentos se ha cuadriplicado desde 1999, y también lo ha hecho el número de estadounidenses que mueren a causa de una adicción a ellos. recurriendo a la heroína alternativa más barata y, cada vez más, al fentanilo, una droga aún más mortal.

ARCHIVO – Esta foto de archivo del 19 de febrero de 2013 muestra pastillas de OxyContin preparadas para una foto en una farmacia en Montpelier, Vermont. Más de 28,000 estadounidenses murieron por sobredosis de opiáceos en 2014, un récord para la nación. Eso es 78 personas por día, un número que no incluye a los millones de miembros de la familia, socorristas e incluso contribuyentes que sienten la onda expansiva de la adicción a las drogas en su vida diaria. Un aumento en los analgésicos recetados es parcialmente culpable: la venta de estos medicamentos se ha cuadriplicado desde 1999, y también lo ha hecho el número de estadounidenses que mueren a causa de una adicción a ellos. Cuando se agotan las recetas, las personas se encuentran recurriendo a la heroína alternativa más barata y, cada vez más, al fentanilo, una droga aún más mortal.

(Foto AP / Toby Talbot, archivo) Toby Talbot

La epidemia de opioides en NH jugará un papel en las elecciones presidenciales

Por KATHLEEN RONAYNE
Associated Press

Miércoles, 17 de agosto de 2016

El problema: más estadounidenses están muriendo por opioides que en cualquier otro momento de la historia reciente, y las muertes por sobredosis alcanzaron un pico de 28,000 en 2014. Eso equivale a 78 estadounidenses que mueren por una sobredosis de opioides todos los días, según los Centros para el Control y la Prevención de Enfermedades. . Los CDC utilizan opioides como un término general para los analgésicos sintéticos y para las drogas derivadas naturalmente del opio (conocidas más específicamente como opiáceos), como la heroína.

No es solo el uso de opiáceos ilícitos como la heroína lo que está en aumento: las muertes por sobredosis de analgésicos recetados se han cuadriplicado desde 1999, siguiendo un aumento similar en la cantidad de estos medicamentos recetados por los médicos.

Dónde están: Donald Trump considera que sus planes de construir un muro a lo largo de la frontera con México son esenciales para detener el flujo de drogas ilegales al país. La Administración de Control de Drogas informa que la incautación de drogas en la frontera sur se cuadruplicó entre 2008 y 2013. Hillary Clinton propone gastar $ 10 mil millones para abordar la crisis de las drogas. Su plan enviaría más dinero a los estados para expandir el tratamiento contra las drogas y los servicios de salud mental, promover una mayor disponibilidad del fármaco de reversión de sobredosis naloxona y apoyar mejores programas de prevención en las escuelas, entre otras cosas.

Por qué es importante: más de 2,4 millones de estadounidenses eran adictos a los analgésicos sintéticos o la heroína en 2014, según la última encuesta federal sobre el uso de drogas y la salud. Y ese número excluye a los millones más (familiares, socorristas, contribuyentes) que sienten los efectos dominó de la adicción en su vida diaria.

Clinton ha calificado la adicción a las drogas como una “epidemia silenciosa”. Pero es una que se está volviendo más fuerte, a medida que más y más estadounidenses comparten sus historias y muestran que la adicción a las drogas no sigue un perfil estándar de edad, raza o clase.

Durante décadas, la adicción a las drogas se consideró un problema de justicia penal, no de salud. El estigma está disminuyendo, pero muchos estados simplemente no tienen la capacidad de brindar tratamiento y recuperación a las personas que lo necesitan, dejando que los departamentos de policía y las salas de emergencia llenen el vacío. Los legisladores y defensores están luchando por los preciosos dólares de los impuestos para expandir los servicios, pero la Encuesta Nacional sobre el Uso de Drogas y la Salud de 2015 encontró que solo el 0.9 por ciento de las personas que buscan tratamiento para un problema relacionado con las drogas o el alcohol lo recibieron.

Los expertos ahora creen que la culpa es del fuerte aumento de los analgésicos recetados. Las personas se apresuran a compartir historias de que les recetaron docenas de pastillas para aliviar el dolor después de procedimientos tan simples como la extracción de las muelas del juicio. La fuerza de estos medicamentos puede causar adicción fácilmente, lo que obliga a muchas personas a recurrir a una alternativa más barata, la heroína, cuando se agotan sus recetas. Aproximadamente el 75 por ciento de los nuevos consumidores de heroína informan haber usado primero opioides recetados, dice el gobierno.

Los legisladores están comenzando a darse cuenta: en la reunión de la Asociación Nacional de Gobernadores en julio, 45 gobernadores firmaron un pacto destinado a soportar las reglas de prescripción. Varios fiscales generales están involucrados o están considerando librar batallas legales contra las principales compañías farmacéuticas, alegando que minimizaron los riesgos de adicción al comercializar analgésicos.

Al mismo tiempo, las drogas ilícitas a las que recurren las personas se están volviendo aún más mortales. El analgésico sintético fentanilo, que es hasta 50 veces más potente que la heroína, ahora se fabrica ilegalmente. A simple vista, es imposible distinguir entre heroína y fentanilo, lo que deja a las personas inconscientes de la letalidad de las drogas que consumen. Los estados del noreste y medio oeste, como New Hampshire y Ohio, están experimentando un aumento dramático en el uso de fentanilo. Más de 5,000 personas en todo el país murieron a causa de un opioide sintético como el fentanilo en 2014, y esa cifra solo está aumentando.

Como saben la mayoría de los políticos, las familias y las comunidades exigen un cambio rápido.