Baiona. 8 March. 12:30. The market square is gradually filling up. Women* stayed. Many of us have not met for dinner, equating ourselves with other towns and cities in the Basque Country. We all get together next to each other, on the goal, on this big plaza -- half full of salespeople, half of strikers*. It's like we feel stronger that way. A quiet meal, mostly among friends or peers. There was not much talk among us about rape, impunity, murder, sexism, machismo, patriarchy or capitalism, as if our reasons were obvious. It was a nice day planned: food, banner workshop and manifa, at 18:30 in the afternoon.

And all of a sudden, change. From tranquility to action. Force.

The idea emerged from the conversation between some strikers. Go to remove the sexist advertising made by the Angelu supermarket, expressing our complaint. The group worked. Commissions were set up: slogans inventor team, communication group, etc. For an hour he had planned to go to her. The action was taken. The illusion lit up.

Food. Coordination. Action. Manif. That's how the day went.

The feminist movement created action. Because the feminist movement is a women's movement*, it's a day without labels, it's a day to denounce a general dependence. Turn around, unite and do what you expect. The strike takes a small step, but the demonstration continues to concentrate most of the people. We are always the ants of the Basque Country. In Lapurdi, Zuberoa and Baxe-Nafarroa there are different groups of women*, but when do we call ourselves the “Feminist Movement”?

We remain.