Marnet would rather be a fork-lift driver than a cocaine trafficker. But Haiti has a lot more demand for the latter—especially in the northern port of Cap-Haie-tien, where Marnet, 29, watched this fall as his one honest meal ticket, the U.S. Army, shipped home the last of its intervention forces. "I may have to join my friends and be a welder," he said—not just any welder but a narco welder, who refits ships to hide drugs. Marnet walked to a cargo vessel, where two large generators powered the torches he said his pals were using to solder double hulls and other secret compartments. On a matchbox, he drew the designs they were following. He then pointed to their nearby bosses, who were opening Samsonite suitcases stuffed with cash in full view of police on the dock. "The sun is very bright in Haiti," Marnet said sarcastically. "It makes it hard for the police to see these things."
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