Let's imagine that there is no just one Bilbao, but two: the one that is open to everyone and other that is hidden. A battlefield of dogs and cats. The Palace of Suffer, the Square of the Weeping, the House of the Pain, the bridges of Three Sorrows; those are part of that Bilbao. In fact, it is not that place or the other, but all those places beyond the sheen of the city that have been born in desert moorlands. Suffering disperses in the world. It is dispersed. We disperse it. You can be a part of this suffering, or part of the happiness. But there is always a moment in which you have to choose. Life is a decision, and the decision often brings a change. And we all are afraid of changes; because to be born to something new, we must firstly die. For each of us and for those we have had nearby. And we want to be immortal. But above all, we want to be happy.
