A few set off.Īfter an hour and a half the labour market is dying down. Single men arrive in cars to make offers to the eastern European women. His friends are all shouting - it's happened to them too, but they are illegal, so what can they do, one of them says. He has worked for the gangmaster for a week but now the man is refusing to pay the wages he owes. Suddenly violence flares - a young Moroccan hammers on the roof of another van until it drives off in a skid of dust and exhaust. A row breaks out as the caporale tries to eject the surplus. A caporale, or gangmaster, arrives with a filthy minivan and picks off another 20, but 10 more climb in, determined not to be left behind.
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Then, with the full moon still up, the vehicles start arriving.
Back across the way a knot of Egyptian youths has newly arrived in Europe and is dreaming of England and at the end of the road are the black Africans, always the last to be chosen, dozens of them, from Senegal, Ghana, Nigeria, Ivory Coast, Burkina Faso, Mali, Togo, Eritrea and Sudan. Chain-smoking Romanians, both men and women, have marked out their territory slightly away from the Roma, whom they say they despise next to them is a solitary Russian. Opposite, a group of Bulgarian Roma women are taking their chances, huddling a child close to them. On a December morning the Moroccan men have formed a large gang in the middle of the main street, their pale skins giving them an advantage in the brutal pecking order. About 5,000 of them live in the Rosarno area alone. It is one of the places where undocumented workers queue each morning for jobs on the Italian orange and olive groves and in the juice and candied peel factories that supply northern Europe. The town, in middle of the mafia-controlled toe of Italy, is an agricultural community of 15,000 people. Soon hundreds of them have gathered, recreating a map of Africa's troubles and eastern Europe's poverty along the litter-blown streets of Rosarno in Calabria. The migrants start walking up before dawn, when the town's Christmas decorations still cast a flickering light into the shadows of the main road.
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