El Higueron – A photo essay


El Higueron is where we live during the week, albeit on the outskirts of it.

When we tell people at work where we live they always look a mixture of puzzled, slightly alarmed and unsure of what to say next.

This is because El Higueron is in the top fifteen places of deprivation in the whole of Spain. Its residents have a mean average income of roughly 8500 Euros per year. It has a reputation, well deserved, for having residents that take a more liberal view of what constitutes the law.

El Higueron is a borough eight kilometres outside of Cordoba that was built up in the 1940’s and 50’s to house the workers of the railway that adjoins it. It sits next to the road to Sevillla where freight trucks pass throughout the day and night bringing their wealth to and from the two cities and bypassing the community of 14000 people. During the summer its population doubles as the Cordoban owners of hundreds of illegally built homes on the adjacent flood plain abandon the city to chill out in their pools and large gardens that surround the small town. It has a large Gitano (gypsy) population who continue to be looked down upon. It is, by any measure, a dump although a peaceful one at that. It is where we live during the working week and because it is where we live, we have learned to appreciate it for what it is and not for what it could be or perhaps even should be.

These two gentlemen have stocked up on victuals essential for the replenishment of the body after partaking of some seriously powerful weed.
The hairdressing salon is a beacon of class
Have youself a merry Christmas in Cordoba.
The fate of any vehicle left for too long behind the supermarket
One of the failed cafe businesses
One of the locals is always busy collecting recycling to sell to a factory a few kilometres away. He raids the recyling bins. If it has value, he takes it.
Kids doing what kids do. It involves weed.
The two bus services into Cordoba are THE lifeline for many who wish to see family and to work and to study
No one seems interested in buying this land
El Higueron has a lot of social housing. I mean, a lot.
The local church that none of the locals go to – it mainly has outside visitors and the crane rental company next to it.
This is El Higueron.
The army camp on our side of the railway tracks. It has its own raillway line, its own water tower and its own everything. It also has a bugle at 8 in the morning and the last post at 6 in the evenning.

There is, of course, a farmyard along our street. Why would there not be?
This is our street. In the background is the ancient seat of Moorish governement of the whole of Spain. Before that, the trainline. Because these homes are illegal the water board is not allowed to supply clean drinking water nor sewage treatment. It does have a humantarian obligation to provide the drinking water fountains dottd around.
Luna helped me a lot on our wanders