Moroccan adolescents, upon leaving Ceuta: "Mohamed VI is corrupt"
Fatima, small in size, Muslim clothing, with wrinkled fingers and thin as hemp at 92 years old, approaches the border pulling two large suitcases. A Spanish soldier comes out to meet him.
– Where are you going, ma'am?
-To my house, to Morocco. I am Moroccan and they left me lying here when they closed the border because of this virus. Now I want to take advantage of the fact that you send Moroccans to the other side. Do you care what happens to these guys?
The soldiers look at each other and shrug.