The fear of the "nomadic war", saharawi immigrants in Madrid are the desert with blood boil, 09/11/2010

El miedo de los 'nómadas de la guerra'

Los inmigrantes saharauis en Madrid ven hervir su desierto con tensión

PABLO DE LLANO - Madrid - 09/11/2010
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The fear of the 'nomadic war'Saharan immigrants in Madrid are the desert with blood boil
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The pharmacist has a brother Buyemma Moh "martyr." Born in Smara (Western Sahara) in 1973, a refugee camp in Tindouf Algerian from six years professionally trained in Cuba, Moh, an employee of a pharmacy in the Atocha station, is, before anything else, a family member Saharawi resistance. "I was born with the founding of the Frente Polisario in 1973, I have three brothers in our liberation army, and one who died in 1984 in a battle against the Moroccans," he says proudly.

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    * Skirmishes in several neighborhoods in Laayoune after a quiet night
    * Skirmishes in several neighborhoods in Laayoune after a quiet night
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Bump to see a man dressed in a sleek white gown, looking serious and care of an apothecary, speak with the same severity of a rebel ambush in the desert. "The only solution is armed struggle. Morocco will never accept our right to self determination."
The making of a protest camp yesterday morning Saharawi in Western Sahara, carried out by Moroccan security forces and the violent battle in Laayoune (capital of the former Spanish colony), hit the Sahrawi diaspora in Madrid. Few, less than a hundred in the region, according to the Madrid delegation Polisario Front (the political wing of the liberation movement of the desert territory), but full of rage at what they see as oppression internationally tolerated and fearful of what may be suffering país.Se relatives back in Madrid gets dark. The pharmacist Saharawi Buyemma Moh, settled in the capital since 2004, has been awake since six in the morning. His phone rang and brought bad news. A friend reported that his homeland, Western Sahara, was again a tinderbox.
The Moroccan army had just begun forcibly taking up a protest camp where thousands of his countrymen called social rights in Morocco. The military response of the state ruled by King Mohammed VI made that triggers fears of Moh. When attending to this paper in front of the pharmacy where he works, in the Atocha station, this fear, little by little, was taking the body: Morocco confirmed the deaths of five members of its security forces from the eviction of the camp and Izik Agdaym the pitched battle in the capital of Western Sahara, Laayoune, the Polisario Front had fallen notified Saharawi 26.
The data came slowly and continued violence in the desert. The pharmacist Moh, now travel to the Saharawi refugee camps in Tindouf (Algeria), with the character that gives a life of exile and family tragedies of war in the Sahara, had concerns about her uncle (who lives in El Aaiun) indicated the "injustices" suffered by his people ("a life submitted to the Moroccan settlers, or his servant or not you have anything") and defined the political horizon that only convinces the Saharawi have their desert with all its resources: "I want the sand, fishing, phosphate. I want my land."
At the same time that this man spoke, in another part of Madrid, Fatinatu, a compatriot of his 21 years, started a math test the higher grade of nursing studies. Three quarters of an hour before, in a telephone interview, saying how he felt: "I am very nervous. I'm not here. I have an uncle in Laayoune that I have not picked up the phone all day ...". Her parents are not with her, but in the Tindouf camp.
Fatinatu living in Madrid since 2005 with a Spanish family of leading hosting Alcorcón Saharawi children since the nineties. Carlos de la Mota is one of its permanent guests, a former Communist Party member involved in the Sahara conflict since its inception. He was one of the organizers of the first trip to Spain for children of the Sahara, in 1979: "We impressed the water and trees, doorknobs, light switch," says De la Mota, who says he still Today the kids' reactions are identical, they are wearing the same desert life, with their tents (fabric stores) or mud huts in the midst of a vast sand.
The summer holidays of Saharawi children in Spain last two months, but the stay of some, like Fatinatu, it becomes permanent. Where appropriate, a child suffering from disease. Now is a nomad in Madrid, with a career running a nursing assistant and a painful nostalgia for the people and the land that so far, has had to leave behind. "Today I want to be with them, but here I'm feeling everything. It's like going there," says the girl.
His grief was expressed with rage, so deep, presumably, but less flamboyant than that of Nana, a 16 year old girl who cried yesterday at the forefront of the demonstration at the Embassy of Morocco, away from the building by a cordon of riot police. Nana, altered, maintained that his family was in danger Laayoune, who had spoken during the day with her niece for five years and that this could only mourn. "Going into my sister's house and beat them, destroyed their home and took custody." Nana said his sister is a Sahrawi activist pointed out, would not give his name. Moroccan fears that have led to what he calls a black prison, according to his explanation, a secret prison where torture is retained and Western Sahara. The pharmacist Moh said these words: "The black prison."
Nana is also exiled due to illness. His father, a member of the Frente Polisario, lives in Barcelona. His mother, in the Tindouf camp. She screams raging in the streets of Serrano. Want peace, or whatever. "They're still killing us. We have to respond," he summarizes.Living in exile in Morocco
For the peoples subordinated to other people, there is nothing that sounds worse than the adjective of the country they are driving. It has always been: in Northern Ireland with the English, Croatian Serbs, Indians jeans. The Sahrawi with the Moroccans. The Moroccans, many exiled Sahrawi people who have known more closely in Spain than in his previous life in the occupied territories of Western Sahara, let alone in Algerian refugee camps, where, obviously, do not live Moroccans.
Fatinatu, a Saharawi girl seated in Madrid, 21, has had bad experiences with their supposed enemies of homeland. "I had two Moroccan classmates with discussing, because it messes with my people, it gets me." She believes that Moroccan immigrants know little or nothing about the war in the Sahara, and you believe otherwise, are also victims of that power: "They live in poverty and have to leave their country. Why are defending his king? ".
Her adoptive father in Spain, the pro-Sahrawi activist Carlos de la Mota, Alcorcón, has welcomed the Sahara guys every summer since 1994 and know how to react to seeing Moroccan children. "They talk about Morocco as their enemy. For the most thrown palante must reassure and insist that they should not confuse the Moroccan people with their government."
The pharmacist Buyemma Moh, Sahrawi guerrilla brother, also had his brushes with the Moroccans in Madrid, although not all itchy, "There are customers in Morocco that I see and do so with their fingers." Moh up the gesture of the V for victory, present in the breast pocket of his robe in a curious bowl the same way.

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