Have you ever seen— even on film— a group of refugees in flight to escape war or disaster? They march slowly, looking tired and worn, carrying whatever possessions they can, maybe using makeshift carts. They bring their wives, their children, their elderly. They are migrating because they have to migrate; they are desperate for a safe place.

Now look at the scenes from Ceuto. These migrants are all young men. They are leaving the needy behind. They look energetic, even jubilant. They carry nothing— not even backpacks.

These are not refugees, looking to settle in a new community. These are invaders.