I would find her the way she was in those days, pale and stealthy, sweeping the courtyard with a homemade broom in the ashen glow of dawn, and between sips of coffee she would proceed to tell me what had happened in the world while we'd been asleep.
Garai hartan zena bezalatsukoa nekusan, zurbil eta isil, egunsentiko argitasun hauskaran erratzaz patioa garbitzen ari, eta kafea txurrutaka hartzen ari zenean gu lotan ginen bitartean munduan zer berri kontatzen zigun.