“I am the Cachorra. A cow. But not just any cow. I am a yellow cow. A Galician marela. A cow of the house…”.
The Cachorra speaks directly to us and tell us her life. A life that is also the transformation of a farm, from the barn to a modern stable, from livestock farming to industrial exploitation. From working with the cart and the plow, to the tractor with air conditioning and stereophonic music; from grazing in the mountains, the appearance of the electric shepherd and to be in the stable all day; from the arrival of the Dutch cows, to the disappearance of the marelas cows.
The Cachorra tells everything with eyes that saw it and the wisdom of having lived it. From the years in which money was made selling milk to the ruin of the farmers and the continuous closure of the farms. In this invented but wildly real story, the transformation and decline of the villages is also described. It also makes us angry … Or makes us laugh out loud. Life itself, portrayed by a cow!
Castelao left it written: “The day we know what a cow is worth, Galicia will be redeemed.”