Melilla and Its Fence. Chapter 1
I begin my African journey in the Alboran Sea, in the western Mediterranean. I cross the 95 nautical miles separating Almeria from Melilla by ferry with my car. Melilla is one of the two strategic enclaves that Spain still mysteriously holds in Africa. A Moroccan family prepares to cross the Alboran Sea by ferry. I am a bit nervous because I am leaving behind my girlfriend, my friends, and my family. During the seven-hour journey, I concluded that the world of Journalism is deteriorating. Instant office news seems to serve the interests of a single person and their convenient friends. The utopian ideals of helping the needy or keeping those in power in check have vanished. As if that weren’t enough, office sycophants backstab for personal gain. Power drives the cynics -those who likely had a difficult childhood- to madness. A dark outlook looms over the journalistic savannah. Amid frothy musings, the time has come to uncover other realities and to observe the small cre...