One month after the breach of the Tarajal border, through which more than 80,000 people entered in just 48 hours, Ceuta is a city with spirits at rock bottom. The deep feeling of institutional abandonment, combined with high doses of indignation, fear, and uncertainty, has taken over the streets. The same streets where thousands of immigrants continue to wander. The locals, whose August (their peace, their freedom) has been stolen with confinements not decreed by the BOE but by the lack of security, fear that the tension stemming from indignation will break their historic multicultural coexistence. That the crack at the border with Morocco will irreversibly fracture a population whose patience is at its limit due to unfulfilled promises.