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Today I have been walking up to the small hill called Putget. In fact is the district in Barcelona I live and where I was born. You have to 'climb' up to the hill, but the views and the tranquility are guaranteed. It's a city park now, but the nature is wild and like it was when I was a child. It's the perfect place to sit down under one of the hundred of trees, under the shade, and read a book, poetry or perhaps to dream. You can see here the highest of the mountains in Barcelona; Tibidabo. Memories of my childhood come immediately when I walked up to the mountain with my father, went inside the amusement park, and in our return we stopped in one of the many natural spring water which still exists and brought it back home in big carafes. It has been a splendid morning.