Go Back To Your Country!

In my pueblo, and most of Spain, there is a mix of Spaniards and Moroccans. There are some Hispanic and Romanians mixed in there, but in general it is Spaniards and Moroccans. There is an obvious separation between these two races. The Moroccons are leaving their repressed country to look for a better life. Many Spaniards think they are just too many of them (they make about 40% of the population) and have an underlining fear that they'll take over some day. Because of this and other fears, there is very strong prejudice and separation going on, but that topic is for another blog. This blog, however, is about a British man. I’ve never met this British guy, but I couldn’t believe what happened to him. So I had to share his story.

In general, this British guy married a Spaniard and, like a lot of married couples, had a son. They lived in England for a little bit and for whatever reason, came back to Spain to live in the tiny pueblo of Almorox. Now their son goes to my school (and I get to speak English with him all the time! :-) ).

One day, the British guy went outside of his house and found a group of Moroccans. They started yelling something at him in Spanish, but he didn’t understand them at all. After all, Spanish wasn't his forte. So he turned to his wife and asked, “What are they saying?”

And she said, “They are telling you to go back to your country.”

He turned and looked at her incredulous. “What? No way. You must have heard them wrong. Listen to them again.”

“Ummm… They are definitely telling you to go back to your country.”

When I heard this story, I practically fell off my seat laughing! Moroccans, who are in general not welcomed in Spain, were telling the British guy to go home. I couldn’t believe it!

Guess they are at home enough to feel they can kick someone out.

And as for the British guy, well… I guess what they say is also true: What goes around comes around. :-)