There comes a point in every altruist’s journey where
the heart grows tired—not because it has stopped caring, but because it no
longer understands the silence it receives in return. For years, many of us in Europe,
particularly in Spain, have opened our homes, our wallets, and our time to
help those fleeing war, poverty, and instability. Ukrainians, Russians,
North Africans, Sub-Saharan migrants—we have taught, fed, sheltered, and
protected them. Yet, a strange emptiness has begun to settle in the hearts of
some of us: a quiet question that refuses to go away.
What happens when your hand is met not with gratitude,
but with criticism? When generosity is mistaken for duty? When those who
receive the most complain the loudest?
There is a painful irony in watching individuals from
collapsing regimes or violent regions arrive to safety—only to scorn the very
systems that protect them. Psychologists, language teachers, housing, food
programs, social workers—entire structures bend to serve, often without
conditions. And yet, for some, it is never enough. Spanish values are
"backwards." The food is "wrong." The help is "too
slow." The culture is "too open," "too Catholic,"
"too disorganized," or "too bureaucratic."
For some of us who have devoted years to integration
programs, this dissonance wounds deeply. We believe in human dignity, in shared
progress, in second chances. But increasingly, we encounter people who do not
wish to adapt or contribute—who want Europe, but not its values; who want
rights, but shun responsibility; who live among us, yet never with us.
This is not a plea for applause, nor a demand for
blind submission. It is a melancholic reflection on the futility of helping
those who have no intention of meeting halfway. True integration, after all, is
a two-way street. But what if one side parks indefinitely?
The real tragedy is not the failure of policy, but the
corrosion of trust. Every act of ingratitude plants a seed of cynicism. And
cynicism, once rooted, makes future compassion harder.
This is the dilemma of modern solidarity: when
does help become self-harm?
Let us keep helping. But let us also learn to
recognize when help is not wanted, when it is met with contempt, and when
perhaps—just perhaps—it is time to step back, and let others walk their own
road.
Sergio Calle Llorens

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