On the way to the Hercules Caves. Chapter 2
Crossing the border was complicated. Three Moroccan gendarmes opened my car and inspected it thoroughly. They made me unload everything in the trunk. Thankfully, the drone was hidden beneath a backpack under the passenger seat. One of the gendarmes almost lifted the bag of discord, but in the end, he decided to call off the inspection. I nearly had a heart attack. Thousands of Sub-Saharan Africans live on the slopes of Mount Gurugú, where they await the opportunity to cross into Spain. The first thing I want to do in Morocco is inspect Mount Gurugú, facing Melilla, to look for the makeshift camps where undocumented immigrants live on its slopes. These sub-Saharan migrants spend all their savings trying to get to the other side of the fence, patiently waiting for an opportunity to jump over and start living their European dream. With a bit of luck, "they'll become famous footballers and get rich." Reality is usually much harsher....