Good morning, friends. I hope this email finds you well. We are two days into a three-day rain and thunderstorm event, and there's been some flash flooding, but my family and I are doing fine. This kind of weather makes me feel very indoorsy. Definition: I love to hear it on my windows, I have a new Dean Koontz book to read, and a nap is probably in my future today.
News from Spain
A massive surge of Moroccans defeated border barricades to enter Ceuta, Spain, this week As per Reuters and the AP, 50,000-60,000 mostly young male African migrants wanting to enter the EU broke through border fences and swam around them. (Please note that this is not a full discussion of every aspect of the events that took place, just some things I found notable.) This event occurred after they "misunderstood" a Spanish Supreme Court decision that migrants could not be returned to their countries of origin after entering the country.
To put this number in perspective, Ceuta has a population of 83,567 people in total, including women, children, and the elderly, so the math here is quite alarming.
My numbers for the invasion have come straight from mainstream sources, so this is not some far-fetched conspiracy theory. It's documented by more widely respected outlets.
Not that the mainstream media would have you alarmed.
What was not documented as much was the evening of violence that occurred in Ceuta after these Moroccan men arrived. Even if they had wanted to, the city did not have resources available to welcome this number of people. So, migrants looted stores and invaded homes - occupied households, not just holiday homes - seeking food and shelter. Instagram and X were my sources for this, and many absolutely horrifying videos were posted. Though I cannot personally verify each one, I believe that they are unaltered.
For all of this, the only statistics I can find for death and injury are that dozens of migrants perished, either by being trampled when the large group broke through the border fence, or by drowning when they tried to swim around it.
I have asked various mainstream AIs, and all of them claim that not a single Spaniard was injured or killed. I find this highly dubious. I have also searched diligently for the numbers from verified sources, and there are no mentions of injuries or deaths among the locals at the time I wrote this letter. However, social media tells us that a Spanish boy was stabbed in the neck during this event, and it's hard to imagine he is the only one who was harmed in the chaos.
I think that seeing it is the only way to fully fathom what has occurred, so I will leave you with two shocking video compilations. I tried to find something similar on YouTube, but social media remained the best source.
This post has videos from the border.
https://www.instagram.com/reel/DbbHM2rtONM/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=NTc4MTIwNjQ2YQ==
Here is a montage of the city after the invasion: https://x.com/kaay_lo/status/2083317432442376523
The search terms I used are Ceuta and Ceuta border crossing.
A "Tail" of Four Kitties
In far more delightful news, I'm kittensitting for my daughter's Very Tall Friend this weekend. It's a little warmup before his vacation next week to make sure I can wrangle his kitty and my kitties all at once.
I've dubbed myself GrandDaisy and had a lovely time. Wasabi is an adorable 12-week-old calico kitten who has no fear whatsoever. In fact, I wish she had a wee bit more fear since she thinks Starla, my hissy missy, is trying to play with her when she makes horrifying noises deep in her throat. One of my daughter's cats is likewise less than pleased, and her other cat, well bless his sweet little heart. The three-pound kitten chased the bit, sweet, 15-pound fluffball away from his food dish. He came into the kitchen, meowing at me earnestly, tattling on her. Wasabi had done a ninja move, getting in there before I shut the door. Don't worry. The kitten was retrieved, and Sylvester got to finish his breakfast.
Let me just say that four cats seems like so many more than three cats. I'm sure a lot of it is that she's a playful kitten with no sense of self-preservation, leading to numerous rescues being required of me each day. But it's the most adorable kind of chaos you can get, and I'm having a lovely time.
Notes from the PRLIC
And this report would not be the same without some notes from the Pink Recliner Literary Industrial Complex.
I've got one or two chapters left to complete the first draft of The Tower, and this book has been so much fun to write. I like my main character so much. She has a good sense of humor despite the apocalyptic chaos surrounding her.
There's a lot of good survival information in there for those of us who are mobility impaired, chronically ill, or even less spry than we used to be. I'm honestly using the research going into this book for myself, too, trying to figure out how a person who can't walk very far and certainly can't be out camping in the forest can survive for as long as possible in a world not made for the disabled.
You can find section four of the first draft over on Patreon. Your subscription there gets you little essays, some photos, prepper content, and the first draft in approximately 10k word increments. I would love your feedback as I work to get this book finished before my surgery at the end of this month. (Fingers crossed on both accounts.)
In conclusion
I hope to get in a few more visits to the apartment complex pool before surgery, and really get a little bit more "basking" in. Something about the smell of chlorine and the sun on my face brings me right back to childhood, when my mom took me to the pool. I always had a Coca-Cola in a can there, and either Hot Fries or peanut-butter crackers out of the vending machine, and we went there nearly every day of the summer.
I hope that you are having a wonderful summer, too!
Stay safe.
Be happy.
Love,
Daisy
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