Ivan: Hola, you look angry.

Mohamed: Yes, I've just been to the Director to complain about something that's happened to my sister.

Ivan: Are people calling her names again?

Mohamed: Yes, you know, the usual, they call her names about her colour, her hair, the way she dresses, about being a Muslim.

Ivan: Why do they do it? I remember when I came to Spain, people used to call me names because I was a refugee. It was horrible because it was not about me - it was like they just saw me as a thing, someone to insult.

Mohamed: It makes me feel really angry but really small at the same time. I never know what to say. If I get angry they'll do it more, if I say nothing they think I don't care. I see my parents get insulted sometimes too and that's worse. My father gets called names for being Moroccan, my mother gets called names for marrying a Moroccan.

Ivan: I wonder if anyone who isn't picked on this way knows what it's really like. Especially for you Mohamed, there's nothing you can do to make yourself different. At least I can pretend to be a light-skinned Spaniard, and if I keep my mouth shut they can't hear my accent.

Urpi: Let me tell you, even if you speak Spanish some people will still reject you. So what's been happening with your sister?

Mohamed: Well, there's the name-calling, and they won't play with her, she's always on her own at playtimes.

Urpi: I think it's worse for girls sometimes. You boys are always playing football at break and the girls sit and talk. If no-one talks to you it's horrible. I used to want to run home and cry sometimes.

Isabel: I tried to talk to that new Moroccan girl the other day, but the trouble is she doesn't speak much Spanish. I suppose she felt people were rejecting her but it wasn't that, we just didn't have much we could say... It's just easier for me to talk to Maruxa.

Mohamed: Well I hope you never end up somewhere where people have to make an effort to include you in things.