The Boy Tata

The guy from Tata Clarea morning in a village in the Sahara desert, the light breaks the shadows in the small adobe house where he lives Abdellah. His mother calls him to get up for school, stir in bed, and unwilling to rise, makes and enters the room use of kitchen, where he expected a hot tea with honey cake, then dresses and goes out. His father works raising animals on land with the edge of town, your child goes to school is a great effort to the depleted family finances, today I will ask you to stop and help them work since they can not afford books and expenses. Abdellah know, and when classes are finished go to the market, which offers to carry bags for three or four dirham, which collects, which is very little, give it to her mother. Today when I got home found a friend of his father called Rachid, the two chatted, about a pot smoking, has offered to go to work in Tangier, as laborer, do not ask anything simply accept the salary is minimal, fifty dirham, to change, five dollars.

Collect your small room, and goes with his new employer, a man of small stature but with a penetrating gaze, that frightens him. The journey is long and tiring, through Morocco from south to north, dusty roads to reach the coast where roads improved a bit. In Tangier shares a house with kids his age, all youth mortgaged by poverty, and the desire to improve. The pick up in the morning in a battered truck and take them to work, there are from sunrise to sunset, for a miserable salary, so they earn have to pay the house, food, and save some to send back to their homes.

Abdellah dreams out of the hole where you stuck, talk to your colleagues, everyone wants to escape from Morocco across the strait and reach Spain. They spend four long years in these circumstances, many left, and have not heard anything of them, afraid, hear stories of those who go in small boats and the sea swallows. Those who arrive and are admitted to the hope of returning back to the country. Dreams, shattered hopes, looks lost in the shelter of a dark night, no words just wants a quiet and cold sea of ​​silence. The Tata boy still dreams, but you have to face the harsh reality of everyday life, decides to leave work and return to his small town, wants to talk to their parents, share their hopes, to seek his help. In Tangier has met Hassan, a truck driver who has ten thousand euros change brings to Spain, hidden in his truck, he said it was very easy, as it has done many times and always went well. Beware, but the stronger your desire to fly, to start a new life that the risk that entails.

Tata again, and asked their parents to help you make the trip, his first reaction is to dissuade him, but does not stop, your only option is to sell what little they have and what they do, once got the money, back to Tangier. There he meets the driver and gives him half the money, when in Spain, his cousin will give you rest. Begin your adventure. Do not stop thinking about the effort you have made your parents, friends leaving, the illusion to begin a new life. Want to work, return what has been given. Arrive at the border, the truck driver wrap it in several blankets on the bed in the cabin, goes unnoticed and gets through without problems. When the truck leaves the ferry in Algeciras, Abdellah feel free, but has not yet completed their journey, continue to a nearby town, there is a house waiting to travel to Madrid, where he hopes his cousin. The same night of arrival the police come to the house, an old friend Hassan is the same, not only dedicated to trafficking in persons are arrested and taken to prison.

Adbdellah Cry in the van that took him to jail, she remembers her parents, how many bitter tears are in your child, that despair at their uncertain future. Enter the morning through the bars of the cell, Tata still dreaming boy. Moraga Official Website of the Collective: Works of Art

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