Meet the Spanish man since the rubber escapes refugees

It's almost dark in the apartment of the sixth floor of Angeles and Andres. It has begun to be overshadowed by the very high September of Medo, which is filled with porcelain angels. A red carpet covers most of the floor with boards.

Dressed in sports tutas and a blue T-shirt, De Andres sits on the waiting room roof near the white puppy, broadcasts “Koha Ditore”. In the background are the lights of the coastal city of Vigo, although it is hard to recognize even the city's port because of its very thick curtains.

The massive wooden table at its feet is filled with maps of the Aegean Sea; it is so large that it is hard to walk through the rest of the room.

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She's working with the tablet, moving the index finger of her right hand, and over time she increases her focus on the screen with four eyes. All day long, messages had come through permanent mail service, “WhatApp”