I was fifteen. My parents were dead. I had no livelihood; no way of surviving day to day except to work for the bosses. They are called the Black Lotus. By the time I was sixteen, I was taking thousands of pounds’ worth of drugs across the border into Hong Kong. But I managed to leave that life behind me. I came to England. They gave me a job here. Everything was good; a new life. I had hoped after five years maybe they would have forgotten me, but they never really let you leave. A small community like ours – they are never very far away.