As migrant families leave shelters and find permanent housing in Chicago, their children are enrolling in segregated schools with little support for bilingual students.
The Basques say that they are born where they want. They do the same thing with food. Sugoi Uriarte is waiting for us in a restaurant. We arrived dreaming of paella but Sugoi asks for fideguá. Spain is different and it is still raining buckets.
‘Spain is different,’ says the Ministry of Tourism. For millions of foreigners, Spain is sun, food and flamenco, little more; a lot of hedonism and a siesta every day because life is short. You have to understand the national idiosyncrasy and that means that, a priori, judo is Don Quixote fighting windmills. Spain is football, football and a little further back, more football. Then come basketball and tennis, motorcycles and Formula One. Several kilometres behind, judo appears. This is where the adventure begins precisely because Spain is different.