Cradling the neighborhood of Benzú, legend has it that she has been asleep for centuries, since the time when gods and heroes wove stories from mountains and seas. Some say she was a lover betrayed by Hercules, turned to stone as punishment or redemption. Others claim she is Atlas himself, the fallen titan, turned to stone after centuries of holding up the heavens.
The ancients saw in her sleeping form one of the pillars that held up the world, the same pillars Hercules separated to open a path between the Atlantic and the Mediterranean. On the clearest days, it seems as if she breathes, as though beneath the veil of mist that shrouds the Strait, she still holds the pulse of ancient myths.
Dedicated to my hometown, Ceuta—a city with one of the most beautiful horizons.