I will never forget the first time I crossed, on foot, the Beni Enzar border crossing between Melilla and Morocco. It was back in July 1997, and at that time the so-called “informal trade” was still working at full capacity, euphemism with which the retail smuggling that at the back of hundreds of porters — and porters — carried all kinds of goods from the Melillense shops to the bazaars on the other side was labelled. The spectacle of that crow…
I will never forget the first time I crossed, on foot, the Beni Enzar border crossing between Melilla and Morocco. It was back in July 1997, and at that time the so-called “informal trade” was still working at full capacity, euphemism with which the retail smuggling that at the back of hundreds of porters — and porters — carried all kinds of goods from the Melillense shops to the bazaars on the other side was labelled. The spectacle of that crow…