… as from that place you can ever see the world… (F. Guccini, Il Pensionato, 1976))“Aquì en frente muere mucha gente!“, is the phrase shouted, repeated almost like an obsessive mantra, on the long afternoon of the VII Marcha Por la Dignidad which ran along the coast from the Spanish city-colony to the border with Morocco. We are on the other side of the Mare Nostrum, still in the middle between Africa and Europe, the city-state occupies the small strip of land that constitutes the extreme North of the African continent. The initiative, now recurring in the calendar of Spanish mobilizations, fixes the memory of the greatest migratory tragedy of the western route and is among the strongest criticisms of the work of the Spanish Civil Guard. The arrogant posture of the too many agents employed, smiles and defiant glances, the ribbon with Spanish colours knotted to the baton, the constant infiltrating the parade even with vehicles, are also to be read as a form of political speech during the day. Let’s try to retrace the story and place both the massacre and the development of the initiative within the complex framework of the city-village of Ceuta.