The farewell has been marvellous, and we are slightly hung over. The generosity of these people does not stop to surprise me... Finally, today we escaped to relax on a nearby beach, Nakor, the only plain in the mountains of the Rif. Why the spanish build their city in Al Hoceima and not here is a legendary question. Down here we found a deserted and precious beach and the startling spanish isles. It does not seem true, but there they are, at a distance of a few metres, a few swim strokes away. The isle of Al Hoceima is great and useless in its shape of a stranded boat. It is funny that it has been the prison - as part of the headquarters - of our beloved neighbor Luis Candelas from Lavapies (a famous bandit), and that many prisoners fled and integrated themselves in this land, opening their arms to the muslim religion. Talking about integration.

My suggestion is not to give back the islands, I image that the people here would not have much use of them anyway, but to give Morocco some rock or island near the iberic peninsula that allows the moroccans to request their formal entry into the EU. What? You think that is stupid? Come here and look at these shabby islands with the waving flag on top of them and you now what is a well-done stupidity.

Tarik, Noe and I, apart from our visits to our mother country, discuss the script and summary of the project. These days before christmas we will send them to you.