She was born here and enjoyed the days her father took her by the hand, walking through the busy street of Bilbao. She would constantly chat with him as they walked hand in hand along the narrow streets in the direction of the park. The street-side cafes, at night, are bustling with adults searching for the best tapas with their beer glasses; during the daytime, they are filled with pensioners. Coffee, tobacco, and chatter mixed with the sound of banging dominos fill her memory when walking alongside her father. Once in the park, surrounded by immense green trees, pretty flowers, and the vast expanse of grass to play on, it always seemed unusual to her that the air, although fresh, had an underlying metallic scent to it. But as a child, you cannot be aware of industrialization's importance in the city she called home. Bilbao, a proud city of proud people.
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