The sun rises and Abdou is already bent down, picking fruit from the Mallorcan countryside. He knows when work begins, but never when it ends. His boss, who runs a family business, will let him know. If he's in the greenhouse, Abdou calculates when to escape for fresh air and a quick soak in his shirt to avoid heatstroke. At the end of the day, with the sun already setting, he will receive 50 euros. A tax-free black market ticket for the boss; but a safe passage so that Abdou, like thousands of irregular immigrants, can survive on the margins of society. He is not registered with the authorities. He has no residence or work permit, but he has been living and earning a living since arriving two years ago from Senegal. He is 25 years old. He left behind his wife and son. "Being separated from them is like being dead," he says before recounting the ten-day journey by boat.