Sara del Mar (Las Cabezas de San Juan, Seville, 1970) leaves a meeting at the UGT headquarters in Palma wearing a red t-shirt in defense of hospitality rights. She takes it off with an energetic gesture that makes her hair sway. The clinging heat does not bother her. Decisively, she asks where she should stand for the photos while rearranging her hair. Her bare back reveals tattoos all over her skin. On her left arm, a bricklayer's trowel and a ball of yarn with two knitting needles stand out. “My parents were always very hardworking, all their lives in the fields. They were illiterate and, as adults, they went to adult schools to get their basic education. My mother said she didn't want to have to sign with a cross. My father worked as a bricklayer and she has always loved sewing. She makes beautiful little baby clothes. She has incredible hands.”

The immense shade of a mulberry tree protects Jan Gómez from a late June sun that tastes like August. He gets up from his chair, takes off his straw hat with a green and white ribbon –"the first one I found at the bazaar," he says–, stretches his T-shirt that says Carpe Diem, and grabs a stick that had belonged to his grandfather. To the left of the mulberry tree, the onions in the vegetable garden have their stems bent so they can finish fattening up, the tomatoes peek out from between the reeds, and the sunflowers are already bowing their heads, loaded with seeds. To the right, the corral. About twenty goats come out in a rush and cross the sown field as soon as Jan opens the bolt. They search with their muzzles for the grain that remained scattered on the dry earth after the harvest.