🟥 It all begins with a Moroccan goat grazing on a tiny islet just off Ceuta, in the Strait of Gibraltar.
Then a military patrol plants the Sherifian flag on it. At dawn, the Spanish army lands in turn. NATO grows uneasy, the European Commission wonders what to do.
I cover Brussels’ reaction live for TVE. Around my neck, a sky-blue tie, a gift from my children. On it, Magritte’s dove in full flight.
At the newsroom in Torrespaña, the alarm is real — but it’s less about the islet of Perejil, and the goat, than about the dove of peace on screen.
Years later, at the Thyssen-Bornemisza Museum in Madrid, I find myself face to face with Magritte. The dove was there. Still.
It didn’t look innocent. It never had been.
Laisser un commentaire