“To Melilla you come crying and from her you march crying” says the popular saying that the autonomous city shares with her sister Ceuta. As manicured as real, as raw as it is sincere. Today also weep, of course, those who once embodied those words, those who from a distance yearn for it and look with help at the abandonment and the attack suffered by a land that always gives the visitor much more than the topics promise. ‘Crisol of cultures’ ag…
“To Melilla you come crying and from her you march crying” says the popular saying that the autonomous city shares with her sister Ceuta. As manicured as real, as raw as it is sincere. Today also weep, of course, those who once embodied those words, those who from a distance yearn for it and look with help at the abandonment and the attack suffered by a land that always gives the visitor much more than the topics promise. ‘Crisol of cultures’ ag…
There are cities that live under a narrative that they have neither written nor chosen. Cities that, for too long, have been observed from afar, interpreted more by their urgency than by their possibilities. Continue reading