Melilla is a small Spanish enclave on the Morroccan coast, the size of it only 12 square kilometers (even though square sounds wrong here, the shape of Melilla is oval). It’s surrounded by 6 meter high fences, and the moment you jump over you are on EU ground.

Every day people are carrying enormous bundles — sometimes weighing as much as 80 kg — on their backs over the border from Melilla to Morocco. It’s dangerous, it’s hectic, and of course the people who carry the load don’t get much of the profit.

What intrigued me in Melilla was the fact that the seashore is also the border, standing at the water’s edge I have one foot in Morocco and one in Spain. Also the fish sold in the market have been brought in by trucks — as a Melillan you cannot fish in Moroccan waters.