The Pope came, Spain won the World Cup and the eclipse arrived precisely at the scheduled time, celebrated with a confetti shower by the Government (and with the no less punctual failure of Rodalies in its unrivalled role of spoil-sport) but the decreed joy ended in Ceuta. And it still stirs. And wait for it.I could check the psychological impact of the news while being thousands of kilometers away from home, because the images of tens of thousands of poor people disorderly entering another country produce the same primary shiver down all spines: they are invading us.It is clear that, for a shiver, what still causes the most horribilis from the Spanish government, null in detection and anticipation, incredibly slow and clumsy in management, with Sánchez on vacation, the Minister of Defense and the Minister of the Interior contradicting each other, the European Union alarmed and with Aznar going there to give the speech of a thousand men, as if teaching the king how to react when the homeland is in danger. If Morocco wanted to cause another deep crisis in the Spanish government, it has succeeded again. If it has done so in coordination with Trump's agenda (“Spain is a horrible ally”, “Spain a lost cause”) it has seemed so. Even for a professional resistant like Sánchez, Ceuta may have meant the end of the escape.Meanwhile, thousands of people are struggling to survive in Ceuta, used by Morocco and rejected by Spain. Any human response must take into account that in this world of verbal and legal cruelty that presidents like the one in the United States are imposing, whatever they do to the assailants of Ceuta, they will find a way to do it to us the day they decide we are a nuisance.
