When Rosa came home, we knew absolutely nothing about Mallorca; except for four little things, our knowledge was limited to tourist invasions. Living with Rosa for a month has led us to rethink our way of moving and the movement itself.

We have talked a lot about tourism, among other things, around the table, and at a certain point we posed the question: what is the difference between a traveler and a tourist? The answer awakened ghosts: if you need to make structural changes to stay where you go, you are a tourist. He also gave us an example: if the farmer stops creating food for tourists to eat at home and opens up peasant tourism, there is a structural change, a loss for the locals, and not any; after all, there is a violation of the right to food – this is especially serious if we are talking about an island.

At one point, the ghosts were talking and talking about our holiday at home; after the awkward silence came an even more awkward question: how many small Majorca have you created on the margins?

We've gone over what we've heard from Rosa. Locals face enormous difficulties in accessing housing, whether it’s for rent on the property. Geolocation has ended the childish paradises of the islanders. Agricultural or livestock land is at speculative urban prices, unable to pay for it with vegetables, dairy or meat and live on its own. The springs cannot supply the population that doubles in summer and their needs and desires. The empire of the cool sportsman is above the laws of nature’s protection – even if it were any other cool non-sportsman, it’s worth the same. The working and living conditions of those working in the tourism sector are closer to slavery than to the workers’ rights charter. More and more of those who work in hotels are asking their bosses to put bunk beds in the basements because they can’t afford a place to sleep. Demasia is located on the balconies: In exchange for living on a balcony in Ibiza, you pay 500€. And there is no escape, after the 83 kilometers, give hope and hello exile. I could go on with the list, but the liver can't get any more rage, it's flooded, too.

On what level have we all fed this machine of capitalism?

Rosa has not come to us in vain. I don't know how much he's learned in this house, much of us. It’s been about seven years since Quimi, another wwoofer – volunteers who come to ecological projects or farms – learned not to take planes for political reasons. This young man travelled between Lleida and Switzerland by land, by public transport. It was renovated by Lina in the winter, with that trip to Germany also made of earth. Rosa has come to renew and complete everything.

While this is being written, the data that is received from the media – both public and private – goes in the opposite direction. It’s all a joy and a joy to say how many flights have left Loiu Airport, a pride that travels in waves when it comes to the level of occupancy in hotels and hostels. In the coming weeks comes the praise of the money supposedly left by tourists.

No one pays attention to the B side of the data, nowhere are the displacements left in people and on the planet explained. No trace of CO2 emissions is shown. Not even a reduction in energy consumption. Climate change is in the neighborhood. The energy transition has been shifted. The vacations left by the holidays have been kept secret.

It is evident, however, that, as a friend says, we are on the last day of the festivities and we do not want to stop being drunk, we want to live –or– without descending from the barracks.

Meanwhile, the planet has already removed the music and has begun to turn off the lights. The stench of vomiting takes it all.

Time to go home was long overdue.