Interlude [Palermo]
Demond Price, Jan Vetter
This is the direct New York to Palermo flight they call "The Mafia Express"
The name is a joke of course
These people are warm and honest, first or second generation Americans
Who have saved enough dollars to come back and see a mother or sister or some cousins
But somewhere among them are the mules again, the couriers
Coming back, they may have a bundle of American cash for cousin Bruno
That would choke a Sicilian donkey
The authorities try to stop the heroin going out, but they don't get all of it
They don't get anything like a tenth of it, probably
And they don't, mostly, catch the money coming in
