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Ceuta es un no-lugar en mi mapa.

My maternal grandparents were from, then borderless, Ceuta and Melilla. They got married and moved first to Larache, where my older aunty was born. My grandpa was offered to be the foreman of a country house and a farm in Bir Jdid, Casablanca. The family moved there. My mother and the rest of the siblings were born and raised in the French settlement.

La Guerre d’Algérie inspired neighbouring anti-colonialism movements and the situation for colonisers in Morocco became hostile. In 1962 my family decided to migrate to the península (this is how ceutíes refer to mainland Spain).

In Catalonia ataban los perros con longanizas, dogs were tied with sausages –there were things to be done, work, jobs, money. A friend from Bir Jdid had moved to Sabadell after escaping the conflict. There, in Can Rull, my grandpa built a house for the family. It was an area of self-built houses, mostly by Andalusians.  

Now Ceuta is, partly, a self-built city by Moroccans. 85,000 people are registered, but more than 140,000 undocumented people are estimated to live in the fortress.

THE WALL, `FORTRESS EUROPE’




THE WALL, `FORTRESS EUROPE’