Every year, the first week of July, my grandmother and my aitites travel from Barakaldo to Galicia to make the udapasa in their native town, Boiro. The first dinner is always the same: octopus to feira. In Barakaldo they live in front of bar A nosa terra, a neighborhood in which the Galician listens more often than the Basque. However, the octopus is reserved for the Boiro or for very special celebrations. It's a ritual.

The same day my mother sent me a family photo while she ate aitite pulp to fair, I saw on television a report about the origin of the octopus. Do you know where most of the octopus that restaurants offer comes from? Western Sahara and Mauritania.

I am not surprised to learn that we import the octopus that they sell in the supermarkets of the countries of the South, but in the report they go to a very famous market in Ourense and the sellers show that they have not sold local octopuses for some time. In Europe, demand for this precious product has grown dramatically in recent years. Galicia is still a reference, but its mission is to collect, process, embed and export imported animals abroad. Does my grandfather know that the food he's craving in the photo is as strange as the food he'd buy in his neighborhood's Eroski?

The documentary is carried out in the Western Sahara, which means that we are feeding the polio that Morocco is doing illegally in the occupied territories. Dakhlan coves are the richest on the Moroccan coast: they catch 84% of the fish exported, according to the Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations. In the meantime, living conditions in the Sahrawi camps remain serious. They have no water supply and are prohibited from fishing on their coast. In the report, while journalists say so, there is the Moroccan police force, which forces them to return to the airport, and they will be deported for having reported this injustice.

Two consequences were added: 1. As with Israel, I have to try to boycott Moroccan products. 2nd Eating seasonal products is a form of resistance to colonialism. This consumer culture is used to getting what we like at any time and anywhere. Mangos, papais, maracuyas. Did you know that the fashionable quinoa makes the price of this product have risen and that many people in the Andes cannot afford their basic food? In favour of food sovereignty we can make many everyday gestures. My good intention this year has been not to buy tomato off-season and wait for it to be picked up in the consumer group basket. It was worth it.

My grandmother was a girl on the edge of her village, that unforgettable day when she found an octopus. She ran to carry her in the basket, eager to give her mother a surprise. A neighbor tried to deceive him with the intention of stealing a couple of tentacles: “For it to be soft, you have to catch it by cutting the inner tentacles.” My grandmother didn't believe it, and she responded firmly. “I leave or cry.” It's the grandmother's favorite anecdote.

The report ends with a sad warning: The octopuses of the Sahara and Mauritania are also being exhausted. Soon these mythological animals were born and will live in the farms.