The tide of immigrants that overflowed Ceuta, believing that Spain would be an open bar of opportunities, went from singing about setting foot on the autonomous city’s soil to faces of resignation, barely 24 hours later, as they embarked on the way back amid laments over their dream of legally emigrating to Europe fading away. As many had been promised. There was no need to use force; more than 48,300 people, out of the 50,000 who entered massively without the Moroccan authorities preventing it, returned voluntarily in a line through the way they came, the border breakwater, after spending a night outdoors, wandering the streets with nothing to eat, and above all, with the widespread feeling of having been deceived. “They lied to us. No one welcomes us. This feels like a prison,” lamented Karim yesterday, just turned 18, barely a hundred meters from Morocco.