My friend's parents are in their 80s and stuck in Damascus next to a rebel area
She looked very nervous. Her baby clutched to her breast. Behind her was a tall black man. Neither wore a ring but he must have been either a partner or a husband.
From somewhere out of the corner of my eye I saw a young and athletic African run and scale a high wall. I don't know what became of him. Did he escape? Make his way further into Spain to a new life.
We were coming back from a day-trip to Tangier. Our family. We weren't nervous in the least. Looking forward to dinner in a nice restaurant.