snap goes the Krokodil

[Chip]

i think that it is public knowledge that Putin hates addicts.

HATES them.

[clinton (OP)]

The city is the fourth largest in Russia , full of mafia types, crooked cops and virtually no assistance when it comes to opiate abuse . They are on a direct route from Afghanistan in regards to the heroin trade so a shit load makes its way to the streets ..unfortunately most of these addicts are jobless and even though heroin is reasonably cheap( 30 dollars USA a gram )compared to USA prices its still out of the price range of these people. Hiv is everywhere , no harm reduction training , needles are shared , they need real assistance but unfortunately Mother Russia views anything other than abstinence based as unlawful...


The city has 4 or 5 women to every man...many of the women are desperate to marry but there aren't enough men to go around ...

[puppy]

Not sure what to say...very sad...interesting read I must say...

[Thoms]

Good read. Kind of hurt the soul, er whats left of it.

[clinton (OP)]

Does anyone know how they dose it out ? They kept talking about eye drops , was that the desomorphine in a transportable carrier or was it simply an important precursor?

[NZniceguy]

Does anyone know how they dose it out ? They kept talking about eye drops , was that the desomorphine in a transportable carrier or was it simply an important precursor?

I wondered that too but I think it's a potentiator added at the end.....I could be wrong though

[Chip]

didn't they call it "ecstasy" ? i wonder how it feels ... boy, do i ever !

can you use it with other opiates ?

i wonder ...

[makadone7dayz3]

https://www.opendemocracy.net/od-russia/marina-akhmedova/snap-goes-crocodile

The wood cabin’s kitchen is dark and cramped. At the table sits Witch with a bowl in front of her. In her hand she holds a wet sponge with which she is wiping the phosphorus off matchboxes. Dark red droplets drip into the bowl. Witch’s hands are red and bony, and she herself is as dark as an overdone roast potato. She has a mop of dark wiry hair. Outside the window are the sickly beds of the vegetable garden. The sky is leaden.

‘This is the way to wash matches,’ she says, turning to me. Witch can barely move her tongue. ‘So you get one of the igre ... dients …’ Her half-dead tongue completes the verbal manoeuvre. Her eyes are fixed on one spot.

'At the gas cooker stands a thin man called Misha. His matchstick arms hold an enamel saucepan lid over the burner. On it are crushed tablets of Sedalgin, an analgesic rich in codeine.'
The whole kitchen squeals as Misha runs a blade over the lid, scraping off the reduced codeine. Witch rolls it into pellets as knobbly as a human brain. Misha starts bashing a plastic bottle on the tabletop and she explains, ‘You’ve got to pound it. He’s mixed ecstasy and soda. In a minute he’ll warm the petrol. You can only use ninety-two octane, low-grade. We run all over the place, asking them, begging them, but people are so greedy ... This is my sister, Sveta,’ she says, introducing a tall, thin, girl who has come in.

‘I feel sorry for her,’ Witch adds without much evidence of sympathy.

‘Nobody’s forcing me,’ her sister responds lethargically. ‘We live together and we inject together.’

‘We’ll shoot up in a minute,’ Witch says as I’m about to ask something. ‘You’ll find out everything about how we got like this, but right now isn’t a good time.’

‘Do you get high?’

‘Not any more.’

The sisters watch Misha dully but without missing a single movement, and time passes. The three of them seem like a single organism.

‘Are you in pain?’ I ask Sveta, breaking the silence.

‘A lot,’ she says quietly. ‘All my insides hurt. So many of my friends have died. We know all about it but we still go on shooting up.’

‘You need to stick it out and get clean,’ Witch says listlessly.

‘You need to find a job you like,’ Misha says without turning round, his words like part of the process of cooking up crocodile.

‘I had a good job, but I blew it,’ Witch says. ‘I worked at a filling station. All at once I had money and friends, and straight away it was, gimme, gimme. I watched them cooking crocodile for ages, but then I got tired of carrying them all. You would come to a den and there would be eight of them in there. I’d pay the money and the whole lot of them would shoot up. Then I started buying for them. Someone brought exit [ready made desomorphine or ‘crocodile’] to where I worked and the boss saw me. He fired me. I want to quit taking it too. I feel sorry for my ma. She was retired, but now she’s taken a job just to feed us layabouts.’

Just goes to show your the power of addiction. People would rather lose limbs than not use krokdil. Why russia doesnt legalize methadone is beyond me. They got a serious public health problem and its time to admit it. I guess because its a lower class problem...

[Chip]

it demonstrates that most people don't care or have our welfare in mind.

it happens less here but it's still my reality.

which is the reason we need each other's support.

[AllNightLong]

Such a sad story and horrible what is happening to those people. I don't understand how the government can turn their backs and act like it doesn't even exist as a problem.

[St. Theresa]

I wish Russia would stop being fucking assholes about basic human rights. For everyone.

Great article. Sad as hell though, and my heart is hurting now. That's a look into a pretty bleak reality ...

[Smacky-Doodle 2.0]

i think that it is public knowledge that Putin hates addicts.

HATES them.

Pretty sure I remember reading somewhere about him wanting to put addicts in unused labor camps.....I'll try to find the source and link it.